Love Hurts Review: Good-Enough Action Barely Propels This Unfunny But Affable Fight Comedy
This author is old enough to remember a very particular period of cinema history that Jonathan Eusebio’s new crime-comedy/not-quite-a-romance “Love Hurts” appears to be aping. In the wake of Quentin Tarantino’s “Pulp Fiction,” way back in 1994, numerous movies began to appear to feature flippant, violent characters, their mouths full of pop culture references, usually becoming embroiled with byzantine organized crime plots, brutal assassinations, or other acts of bone-crunching mayhem. These films ratcheted up the bloodshed, but kept characters whimsical. The genre’s stars were too cool to be terrified by gun battles, and would murder with impunity, only to return to a conversation about movies, fast food, or some sort of personal quirk. Quirkiness was the guiding ethos of the era.