I was eager to see this thriller because of all the A-List talent in the cast. But what a crushing disappointment. The script was dull because we are TOLD everything but SHOWN relatively little... and then Gandolfini's voice-over a) kept jerking me into 21st century New Jersey (it's just too identifiable a voice) and b) stole a lot of Travolta's thunder because it became Gandolfini's story, even when it was supposed to be Travolta's. And then, tragically, I got distracted by the actors' hair-- and how wretchedly phony every toupee and wiglet looked (on Gandolfini, on Travolta, on Leto and others) and how emotional reactions were underscored-- not with great lines or indelible images-- but by pulling a forelock out of place, which made said fake hair even more fake-looking. In the end, not even Salma Hayek's ferocious sexuality could salvage this turkey. It's just not good enough. Don't waste your time.
Review of Lonely Hearts
