Very indie, and very low-budget, this also very much reflects that it is the first effort of filmmaker Robert A. Masciantonio as either writer or director. I'd be lying if I said this weren't painfully rough from the very start. Wide swaths of the dialogue and scene writing come off like something Masciantonio put together when he was at most a freshman in high school, and never developed further (including wholly unnecessary homophobia); his direction is achingly bare-faced, without any tact or feeling. The only cast members I'm familiar with are Amy Jo Johnson and Christian Campbell, but I know what they're capable of, and I trust the same is true of their costars - which can only mean that the amateurish, inchoate acting (alternatively dull or overzealous, but never on point) is the result of weak material and direction. The editing is similarly gawky, as rudimentary as it could get, and the music is awkwardly basic, or sometimes excruciatingly On The Nose. None of this is to say that 'Cold hearts' is intrinsically without value; I've seen other movies of a similar nature that were actually quite good. The fact remains, however, that this feature overflows with abject inelegance that unquestionably limits its entertainment value.
The plot is flummoxing for how light it is, the tale of a small group of vampire friends hounded by a larger and more predatory clique, with particular focus on one among the former. It's not a bad concept, but for lack of especial eventfulness, or any major plot points treated with suitable vibrancy for us to latch onto, the audience is left to flit between successive scenes which, as stated, are less than stellar on paper and in execution. Even those scenes that should carry emphatic weight struggle to achieve the desired impact, and a couple moments of intended gravity (characters revealing back story) simply feel so empty that one's engagement falters. There are also poor connective threads between scenes and story beats, such that the inclusion of some instances feel detached and contrived. One wonders how much of the budget was devoted to securing the licensing fees for the handful of popular songs that appear in the soundtrack (e.g. Chris Cornell, Denis Leary, a few others), and to the effects. Any post-production additions are less than perfect, though at least definitely not the worst I've seen; gratifyingly, the special makeup and effects employed, especially those at the end of the second act, perhaps got the most mindful attention of anything in these ninety minutes.
Suffice to say that 'Cold hearts' is sadly a very, very mixed bag. I don't think it's entirely awful, and for my part I was able to derive a measure of enjoyment from it. Yet this is, far more than not, so limp and anemic in every regard - owing mostly to Masciantonio's inexperienced writing and direction - that it's difficult to say it's specifically recommendable, except perhaps to utmost fans of someone involved. Even the climax and ending are astoundingly flailing, being poorly written, shot, and acted. I don't hate it, but I have difficulty saying the very words "I like it." Save it for a lazy day when you're extra bored or curious.
