You've been diagnosed with a life-ending disease and have weeks to live. Do you spend time with your loved ones (like most), erect a statue preserving your honor for the fans (like me) or vacation at a hotel with your life savings after buying fancy clothes (like Alec Guinness)? The answer here is the last choice and serves as the opportune setting for Guiness' George to make the lives of those he encounters (a whispering maid, a financially-troubled couple, the overly sweaty hotel owner, etc.) better and meaningful... two concepts George never quite seemed to grasp in his own existence (which is hard to believe since he is jolly, pleasant and has an awesome mustache before news of his fictitious disease is disclosed). I'm fine with stories about giving back to others and questioning mortality (especially when they carry a black comedy streak like this one), but I'm not fine with out-of-nowhere plot twists that come on the heels of a development no one could possibly have doubted was coming. Seriously, the last 10 minutes of this feel like the director got in a bad mood one as filming went on and decided to dump on everyone involved, especially the audience. Turn this off with 10 minutes to go and you'll be fine.