More Than Only

More Than Only is like, if Mormons teamed up with Hallmark and made a gay baby. That's NOT a negative thing, it just is what it is. It's the clean-cut, child-like, sweet, (with one monstrous experience, told off-handedly) gay movie you could watch with your conservative parents. As long as your parents aren't like Justin's controlling, mentally abusive father.

My main criticism would be: the dialog and acting could have been a little more natural, but it was a story with a lot of heart which made up for its flaws.

This had potential, but was ruined by the acting and singing. It was very difficult to take any of this seriously since everyone seemed so awkward and unbelievable in their role: it was like watching a high school play ...only ten times more painful!

I wanted to like this, but everything about this just seemed so fake. The singing was, by far, the worst.

It's just too contrived, too melodramatic and overacted for what it is, and the music/singing is just bad.

I see a post or 3, that it was too long - the movie is literally 67 minutes Others post that it is boring, not realistic, over acted, etc... - the actor playing Justin Jhonson plays his quirky character to a T, as it was written. He is acting out against his father. His father calls 2 times a semester & afterwards Justin ends up in the ER.

At a bar night out, Justin spots a piano player & falls in love. The rest of the movie is about Justin fending off his father's judgments & him trying to prove to Michael how much he loves him.

I've spent the last 2 years, after I cut the cable "cable", watching mostly gay content, Prime, Netflix, HereTV, Strand Releasing, Dekko, YouTube - anything I could find. This film falls into my top 5 faves.

It might be low budget, but it does a great job. It reminds me of Defying Gravity's low budget/success (in my opinion).

I very highly recommend it

I really wanted to like the story, in spite of its sophomoric contrivance, but the painful, wooden acting had me checking the progress bar again and again to see how much more there remained to endure. The characters don't engage in dialogue (or convincingly engage, period), they speechify *AT* one another. What might otherwise have been seamless, natural conversations were instead a litany of jarring transactions, periodically punctuated by the plot device of notebook scribbling accompanied by a preachy, anodyne voice-over. Given the commendable cinematography, the most enjoyable parts of the film are when the characters aren't saying anything.