Mendacious and just plain bizarre, “The Loft” (Open Road) is a grotesque parody of the most fundamental aspects of human behavior.
Director Erik Van Looy’s remake of his 2008 Dutch-language film “Loft” sets up unsympathetic characters who somehow manage to be even less than one-dimensional, then plunges these stick figures into a situation in which all are suspected of murder.
No, it’s not a satire, even when the cast spout such flat dialogue as “Check out all the babes — so hot!” It’s all, apparently, meant to be taken in earnest, even at its most inept.
Despite being blessed with beautiful, accomplished wives, professionally successful Vincent, Chris, Luke, Marty and Phillip (Karl Urban, James Marsden, Wentworth Miller, Eric Stonestreet and Matthias Schoenaerts, respectively) all share access to a luxurious loft apartment, which they use exclusively as a venue for adultery.
Even before any crime takes place, interlocking and highly confusing motives prevent the members of this tawdry ensemble from being fully honest with each other.
The movie jumps between the discovery of the victim, flashbacks to how everyone got to this point, and particularly foul-mouthed interrogations by police detectives. Blithe tampering with a crime scene is the least of this drama’s moral deformities.
The film contains a benign view of adultery, a couple of semi-graphic adulterous encounters, brief rear nudity, drug use, vulgar sexual banter and pervasive crude and crass language. (O, R)