Lonely Hearts

Lonely Hearts (201) tells a very pointless and frustrating story about a group of individuals who basically want to get laid but reworded to love. Not sure why people came on board exactly to make this project, not do I understand why Sam Mason Bell keeps working with notorious creep Martin W Payne. Extremely graphic sex scenes for shock factor. Pornography disguised as a horror? Give me a break! Lonely Hearts doesn't do any justice in the film industry due to its lazy cinematic quality, terrible sound, awful dialogue. The only decent thing was the actors and I'm sure they regret being in this now.

Please let this movie cancel its tv show (within the movie).

Lonely Heaarts starts as a camping reality tv show with 5 people (2 men and 3 women) to explore singles, dating, and the extremes of reality tv.

The film ultimately ends with death, but without much reasoning for this. The rest of the movie has manipulation by the production crew, attempts at overt sex, nudity, and pushing people's boundaries. Only, this film lacks spark, character, and excitement. This film seesm to want to shock with it's approach, but the situation is a tired retread of most any dating reality show without much gumption or energy.

Lonely Hearts misses all the marks for a horror film, having no tension or suspense. It simply panders to what we think we want to see behind the scenes of a reality show. And then it's cobbled with a sudden shift in tone without much in terms of explanation or rationality.

Not worth watching at all.

Fully uncertain of how to rate this because it takes turns into about four different genres before ending in a wildly different place than it existed for the majority of the film. I have to credit the film's ability to surprise.

I assumed form the first few minutes that it was a dark-edged satire of Bachelor-style dating shows, which it was. But it had some other things on its mind as well. Companionship versus sexual desire, the manipulation and abuse in reality TV, some commentary on religious belief. And it becomes what it ends up being so slowly that by the time it hits, you'd forgotten to expect it was coming. Perhaps not a great movie, but definitely an interesting one that was trying something different. Oh, and lots of dong in this movie. More dong than you generally get in most movies.

This film is all you can expect given the budget and the quite niche indie horror subgenre. But even then, there are much better and more originals examples out there that display a better utilization of the limited budget at hand.

But I must really single out one actor in Lonely Hearts, or rather his extraordinarely big 'member', which clearly stands out: Chris Mills. His brave (exploitative) nude scene is one of the few silver linings in this film. In the past it has usually been female nudity that served as a gateway to attract a wider audience, in Lonely Hearts it is the focus on some truly terrific male nudity for a change which still makes this indie flick somewhat worthwhile. Great that we finally got to enjoy the female gaze when it comes to the nudity department.

There is a kernel of a good idea buried in Lonely Hearts, a sub-amateur film directed by Sam Mason Bell, about a mock-reality dating show where the producers have something more sinister in mind for the contestants. I like how frank it is with certain subject matter, but there is not a shred of common sense or logical thought to be found anywhere else. It looks like everything was made up as they went along, and then just turned into whatever they could out of it. More than half of this is unwatchable. Take two specific scenes and put them in Valentine, and Jamie Blanks' film would increase by at least a star.