Love Hurts (#647)
Almost up to date, with only one more review to write after this one. I saw two more B-pictures in two days, and they just might have fallen into a new category: C, which means they were worse than Bs. LOVE HURTS was mis-titled; it should have been called Audience Hurts because it was painful to watch, depicting a wimpy real estate agent now showing houses in the Milwaukee suburbs who used to be something else involving gangs. His past emerges, and he finds himself battling former associates, including his brother, a big time crime boss and some girl who should not have been in this movie or any movie for that matter. Nothing in this loser made any sense, including his skills as a combatant whose wimpy-ness suggested he couldn't beat a 92-year-old lady or an eight-month-pregnant girl, which is likely why 18% of critics and 63% of audiences gave it a thumbs up. I may give up writing reviews and take up beating myself in the head with a club instead. It might be more productive and better for my health.
Comments
Post a Comment