Love Hurts Movie Review & Film Summary (2025)

“Love hurts” is plagued by commitment problems. The romantic action -comedy wants to be a throwback utilization programmer with a modern brilliance but do not invest in romance, action or even comedy it tries to sell. This reality is all the more apropos, given that the film follows the modest Marvin Gable (Ke Huy Quan), a former Hitman turned real estate agent whose days of offering soulless suburban homes to potential owners are threatened by his past. The review of these ghosts forces Marvin to question whether at the top of marketing houses he also sold a false life to himself. Such a shell game for a prerequisite is a tale. Despite Quan’s best effort, there is not a square foot of this warm movie worth buying.

It is a grave glip and tumble for first-time director Jonathan Eusebio, who last served as combat coordinator at David Leitch’s star-driven SXSW headliner “The Fall Guy.” With the support of Leitch – which also produced “none” and “violent night” – Eusebio had probably hoped for a slight transition to the instructor’s chair. Unfortunately for Eusebio, “Love Hurts” sputters and then cares in a wall known as an unmatched disaster. His blurred fighting scenes lack battles, and the film’s crowd-flabby tone even wears the most love-sick viewer down. An overworked but somehow somehow sad script seems to be cheating for length by exponentially increasing its font size, making it not entirely clear whether the film’s stars are simply miscast or have been saddled with the most Insipide dialogue you can imagine.

“Love hurts” hops between being “rumble in the bronx” and an ode to the ’70s utilization cinema. Before not coming to these goals, this Cloying movie tries to introduce an inoffensive Marvin as the best guy in the world. Sporting glasses and a kitschy sweater, Marvin Bager Pink Heart-shaped Cookies, admiring his garden gnome and bikes to work where he recycles sprinkled cans along the way. His awe -inspirational way, matched by his real estate agent slogan, “I want a home for you,” acts as an extension of the same lovable persona quan cultivated with “everything everywhere at once.” Unfortunately, Quan’s sunny disposition is eternally wiped out by the arrhythmic editing. When Marvin calls his morosis assistant, Ashley (Lio Tipton), the leap back and forth seems between the couple constructed to undermine the lovable foundation Quan trying to build.

Under the overstretched 83-minute runtime, Quan never finds an appropriate foil for his exuberant personality. In a reunion of “The Gonnies” Sean Astin, as Marvin’s Homespun Cowboy chef, has a fleshy scene, but not much else. Mustafa Shakir appears as a poetic rented gun reduced to a lonely, repeated punchline. Marshawn Lynch and Otis André Eriksen see their funny give-and-go when Buddy Assassin’s chopped for bits of Eusebio’s lasting cut around Lynch.

But the biggest disappointment is Ariana Debose as Marvin’s long lost flame, Rose Carlisle. Many years ago, Marvin’s underworld brother Knuckles (Daniel Wu) sent him to murder the company’s lawyer, Rose, for having stolen money. But Marvin let her live and reassured his killer instincts. With her return, marked by her who sends Valentine’s Day Letters, Knuckles and his Underling Remy (Cam Gigandet) now have the purpose of murdering her and Marvin. While DeBose wants to be a Sultry Femme Fatale (her character’s motto “hides not liver”), she lacks the lung edge required to fill such role. After playing half -baked characters in “The collar The Hunter” and “Argylle”, one wonders what happened to DeBose. In Steven Spielberg’s “West Side Story”, the light seems to bend differently around her. Now it seems to be not light at all inside her.

“Love hurts” is also not an emotionally credible movie. Let’s think of its central flow: When Rose arrives at Genuvered Marvin, we are intended to accept that he desperately wants to hold on to his new life with selling real estate. I’m not here to knock anyone’s dreams. But selling Vapid, Cookie-Cutter houses on a lifeless blind road without a pet or partner to come home to don’t sound like something worth facing an army of assassins to protect. And yet, Marvin originally rejects Rose and still tries to return to his Hum-drum job because he will feel normal. Looking at his beige life, I would say that the normal, in this case, looks like the shelf.

But maybe Marvin’s hesitation of being with Rose is for the best? Quan and DeBose are far from an idyllic romantic mating. Their intended steam thinner in hot air in a movie that is too scared to look up the sensual heat. So much of what gets great chemistry arises from bodies that transmit to each other in the room, eyes that communicate desire, and the eros that bubble under shared silence. But Eusebio gets the explanation-Itis, spoon-feeding of the audience both Marvin and Roses’s innermost thoughts via voiceover with such a frequency that their love becomes impossible to imagine.

Worst still, for an action movie, I can think of very few satisfying deaths or memorable battles in “Love Hurts.” Eusebio looks afraid of bloodshed and allergic to letting the fighting choreography breathe visually. Despite a score filled with wah-wah guitars and swirling strict soundtracking of big bad scenes dipped in neon makes a desire for cleanliness this faux explanation image to grind his seed into a flat, nonspectacular aesthetic that suggests stylistic kosplaying rather than colored filming. The whole thing is symbolic of how Hollywood knows the ingredients of the action cinema, but has completely forgotten the measurements.

In theaters tonight, February 6th.