More Than Only

Long but not so interesting or funny, i try to watch untill the end as if it have something special, it does, with really meaning words, finally i felt the connected from start till end, which pleasant me so i have no regret watching this movie.

This had potential, but was ruined by the acting and singing. It was very difficult to take any of this seriously since everyone seemed so awkward and unbelievable in their role: it was like watching a high school play ...only ten times more painful!

I wanted to like this, but everything about this just seemed so fake. The singing was, by far, the worst.

It's just too contrived, too melodramatic and overacted for what it is, and the music/singing is just bad.

More Than Only is like, if Mormons teamed up with Hallmark and made a gay baby. That's NOT a negative thing, it just is what it is. It's the clean-cut, child-like, sweet, (with one monstrous experience, told off-handedly) gay movie you could watch with your conservative parents. As long as your parents aren't like Justin's controlling, mentally abusive father.

My main criticism would be: the dialog and acting could have been a little more natural, but it was a story with a lot of heart which made up for its flaws.

I really wanted to like the story, in spite of its sophomoric contrivance, but the painful, wooden acting had me checking the progress bar again and again to see how much more there remained to endure. The characters don't engage in dialogue (or convincingly engage, period), they speechify *AT* one another. What might otherwise have been seamless, natural conversations were instead a litany of jarring transactions, periodically punctuated by the plot device of notebook scribbling accompanied by a preachy, anodyne voice-over. Given the commendable cinematography, the most enjoyable parts of the film are when the characters aren't saying anything.