The Final Cut is another in a long line (and getting longer) of crappy Robin Williams movies. I was sort of intrigued when this first came out, added it to my netflix queue and forgot about it. I denied my instinct to delete it when it finally made it to the top of the list and two hours later, I wish I had followed that instinct.
The story surrounds Williams, an editor of videos created by implants in people's heads. The implants record their entire life which is cut up upon their death and the good parts are shown at their funeral. And by good parts, I don't mean the good parts but only those that make them look like the kind, decent and loving person everyone is pretending they were.
In any case, Williams gets mixed up in a plot to take down the company, has some undefined relationship with Mira Sorvino and is haunted by a nightmarish childhood memory of his own. The movie plays briefly with a couple of interesting ideas (how knowing that your life is being recorded can alter your behavior), but ultimately succumbs to its inherent lameness.
Avoid it.