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Pramit Singh
<h1>Movie Review - The Loft</h1>
Director: Erik Van Looy
Writers: Bart De Pauw (screenplay), Wesley Strick (screenplay)
Stars: Karl Urban, James Marsden, Wentworth Miller
Hollywood adds to its trend of awful throwbacks to trashy '90s movies with "The Loft."
The unpleasant emotional thriller — which feels like decade-old rubbish, for example, "Worthy motivation," "Fragment" and "Broke" — takes after Jennifer Lopez's "The Boy Next Door," which diverted "Beguiled" and "Resting with the Enemy." This one accompanies hoot-capable dialog affability screenwriter Wesley Strick ("Cape Fear," "Last Analysis"), like, "I take risks, particularly when holding a modest bunch of hearts!"
Five charmless lowlifes are addressed by analysts after a ridiculous female carcass is discovered cuffed to a couch in a space. At the point when the quartet discover the body, they meet to examine what to do before calling the police.
Vince (Karl Urban) is an engineer, and — incident! — the "modeler" of an arrangement we see in flashback, setting up the condominium space for he and his buddies to bring ladies to. Chris (James Marsden), a psychologist with changeless 5 o'clock stubble, is reluctant, yet Chris' thuggish stepbrother Philip (Matthias Schoenaerts) and Marty (Eric Stonestreet), a "chubby comedian," as he's called, are down with it. Luke (Wentworth Miller) is tall and calm, yet has a profound well of horndog. "We're men," one of the wannabe players says. "We're all somewhat lik
Being in a movie theater with these guys is bad enough — we don't need to be face to face.