|"Stop worrying so much.|
You're definitely as hot
as you think you are."
Blending a modern tone with a defined attempt at capturing a bit of Hitchcock, The Loft is a pleasant departure during the otherwise barren months of winter. Mixing a charismatic team of extremely attractive male and female actors doesn't hurt much either. The Loft looks good, sounds great, and does an awesome job at bringing back that mid-'80s to mid-'90s flair for erotic, edge of your seat, sexually charged thrillers.
Centered around a male cast featuring a blunderous Wentworth Miller, a brutally realistic James Marsden, a suave Karl Urban, a calculated Matthias Schoenaerts, and a rotten Eric Stonestreet, The Loft borrows certain cues from other mysterious movies about friends hiding secrets. There are minor shades of Very Bad Things, small hints of River's Edge, and a tonal quality that sometimes feels juxtaposed from any of the numerous dramatic thrillers that defined my teenage years. Yet, the cold stares from a newly refined Rhona Mitra combined with the balmy presence of Rachael Taylor and the strangely seductive Isabel Lucas makes this one steamy affair at the movies.
|"My god. I'm alive. I don't need|
those silly looking glasses, and
there's no clawed mutant to steal
my HOT girlfriend (see above).
Bad ass. "
For fans of movies like Fatal Attraction, Basic Instinct, Unfaithful, or any other variance of titles in this sub-genre, this is a nearly perfect attempt at revitalizing the long lost art of sensual drama. There are moments of schmaltzy acting by Wentworth Miller that drag it down a hair, but other than that, this is a solid winter release that deserves to do well at the box office. Yet, the timing of the release will definitely kill this thing. On that note, snag a copy when it comes out on blu-ray. This has a rewatchability factor that most current releases absolutely lack. I'm sure there are clues laid out all over the place. I was not expecting a movie this good.