i know i wasted 90 mins of my life.

everything you have heard about this movie is true.

Brilliant and touching

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

I started off deciding to watch just a bit of this movie for fun based on the entertaining terrible reviews -- especially one review in particular by a user who said they created an account just to report how awful it was (and it's their sole review on this site so they were serious lol). With that in mind, I decided I must get a glimpse of this awfulness for myself and hoped to have a few laughs.I actually ended up watching the entire thing and thought it was decent. My extremely low expectations probably helped, but it's definitely an alright movie. I was engaged throughout.Sure, the acting and dialogue at times are bad, but overall the mystery and (most) twists hold up on their own.I think if Eric Stonestreet's character and his wife in the movie were given different dialogue (or even omitted all together from the movie), it could have made the entire experience much better. Honestly, they're the main ones to blame for the majority of the cringeworthy moments. Also, if they had cast a better actress to play the dead woman that could've helped as well.Honestly though, overall it's really not that bad.

Architect Vincent Stevens (Karl Urban) is being interrogated by the police as he recounts what happened. Luke Seacord (Wentworth Miller) had discovered a dead girl handcuffed to the bed in the loft. He called Vincent, psychiatrist Chris Vanowen (James Marsden), fellow real estate agent Marty Landry (Eric Stonestreet), and Chris' half brother Philip Williams (Matthias Schoenaerts). Vincent had organized a shared secret love nest for the five married friends. Chris is married to Allison (Rhona Mitra) and had an affair with Ann Morris (Rachael Taylor), the sister of a patient who committed suicide. Vincent is married to Barbara (Valerie Cruz) and slept with Sarah Deakins (Isabel Lucas).None of the characters are appealing and therefore none of it matters to me. By following a scattering of characters, none of them become big enough to be compelling. It becomes an endurance contest of waiting for the reveal. Since nobody is the hero of the piece, anybody could be the killer and no twist or reveal is truly shocking. I had hopes of a Hitchcockian thriller but it's all very flat.

Initially, this film appeared to fall under the definition of " L. O. P. " or least objectionable programming, a term that once applied to a minimally annoying cable feature one might discover in the course of late night channel surfing, which ironically, generally involved the lure of the lewd. While there's minimal gratuitous sex and violence contained, the story manages to be a completely salacious tale of dirt balls and scuzbuckets engaged in a total sleaze fest nonetheless. Karl Urban as Vince heads up the seamy crew as the main skeeze who covertly engages in getting his ashes hauled by the wives, girlfriends and sisters of his alleged friends who in turn demonstrate their strong sense of ethical fair play by framing him for a murder that they actually committed. With fiends like this, who needs enemies or even a key to the titular den of iniquity. Plot holes big enough to drive a Safari station wagon through only add to the cinematic malaise. Lots of whoring, lying, double dealing, voyeurism, cheating, drinking and sordid shenanigans by all the characters although they display some negative qualities as well. Everything is neatly wrapped up in the scurrilous, but consistent finale when Rachael Taylor as Anne the lovable strumpet, love interest of James Marsden as Chris, appears to rekindle their passion, wife and kids be damned. I jacked it up to 5 stars for its inherently misplaced entertainment value.

As most of the pretty principal performers populating the production appear to be spawned from the genre (excluding an alcohol-addled Eric Stonestreet of the tube's "Modern Family"), the potboiler murder mystery "The Loft" plays out like a soap opera on steroids.The style is slick; the substance, just enough to thump your thinker. Talk about your guilty pleasure. If finding this bombastic B-movie to be good fun and it's twisted plot tantalizingly twisty makes me a sucker for schlock, then it is guilty as charged, Your Honor.So climb on up into "The Loft". You're headed into one bloody blast of a good time.