The Last Day: A Cinematic Retelling of John Lennon’s Final Hours
Morning breaks over Manhattan with a pale, wintery glow. December 8, 1980. A Monday. The kind of day that feels ordinary, even comforting, as if the city itself is taking a soft breath before the rush. Inside The Dakota, the iconic Gothic building overlooking Central Park, John Lennon wakes slowly beside Yoko Ono. He does not know this will be the last sunrise he ever sees. He stretches, yawns lightly, rubs the sleep from his eyes. His hair is tousled, his voice still gravelly from rest. He is forty years old, a husband, a father, a musician rediscovering his creative fire after five years of quiet domestic living. He feels content — full in a way he hasn’t felt in years.
Sean has breakfast with them. John kisses his son’s forehead. He calls him “Beautiful Boy,” just as he did in the lull...




