The Loft (2015)
Starring Karl Urban, James Marsden, Wentworth Miller, Eric Stonestreet, Matthias Schoenaerts, Isabel Lucas, and Rachael Tayler
Directed by Erik Van Looy
***This film is currently streaming on Netflix***
There is not a single character in The Loft that stands on any moralistic ground. And it's not even just that everyone is such a deplorable character, it's that there's not even a modicum of pleasantness in anyone. If you look at movies like The Godfather or Goodfellas, you can at least say, "Hey, these guys are all crooks...but they love their families!" In The Loft, the five main male characters who purchase a loft together as a sex pad for their out-of-welock dalliances have no love for anyone or anything except for their hormones which appear to be constantly telling them to screw someone other than their wives.
In an attempt to demonize these men a little bit for being such jerks, a female acquaintance of one (or more?) of the men is found murdered in the loft one morning. This causes the group of friends pointing fingers at one another in order to try and determine which of them (if any) is responsible for the murder. With every twist and turn, The Loft's ludicrousness grows and grows. By the end, you're hoping that the entire quintet of male actors ends up going to jail for the crime.
Karl Urban with his stolid demeanor and James Marsden as the "nice guy" are moderately compelling leads, but Eric Stonestreet and Wentworth Miller really should just stick to tv, with Miller particularly growing more laughable as the film progresses. And the less said about the wooden Isabel Lucas the better. She landed on my Worst Actor's List a few years ago and I'm already keeping a spot warm for her for next year's RyMickey Awards.
Ultimately, you're supposed to be rooting for these guys to find out who killed this woman in their loft, but the only thing you're rooting for is for them all to get their comeuppance. Their deplorable actions create an atmosphere where you always find yourself cringing rather than enjoying the experience.
In an attempt to demonize these men a little bit for being such jerks, a female acquaintance of one (or more?) of the men is found murdered in the loft one morning. This causes the group of friends pointing fingers at one another in order to try and determine which of them (if any) is responsible for the murder. With every twist and turn, The Loft's ludicrousness grows and grows. By the end, you're hoping that the entire quintet of male actors ends up going to jail for the crime.
Karl Urban with his stolid demeanor and James Marsden as the "nice guy" are moderately compelling leads, but Eric Stonestreet and Wentworth Miller really should just stick to tv, with Miller particularly growing more laughable as the film progresses. And the less said about the wooden Isabel Lucas the better. She landed on my Worst Actor's List a few years ago and I'm already keeping a spot warm for her for next year's RyMickey Awards.
Ultimately, you're supposed to be rooting for these guys to find out who killed this woman in their loft, but the only thing you're rooting for is for them all to get their comeuppance. Their deplorable actions create an atmosphere where you always find yourself cringing rather than enjoying the experience.
The RyMickey Rating: D
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