We watched Lonely Hearts on Netflix a few nights ago, and it was surprisingly good. It would be hard to go wrong, I think, with any film that had John Travolta and the late James Gandolfini in it, but this one was even better than expected.
Lonely Hearts (made in 2006) is based on the true story of serial spree killers Raymond Fernandez and Martha Beck. Fernandez was a weasely con man who preyed on lonely women (he found them through their lonely hearts ads). Beck was one of his intended victims, but she saw through his game immediately and, weirdly, they became partners in perpetuating similar crimes, ultimately progressing to several murders to silence their victims, witnesses, and others who crossed their paths (including a police officer). Both Fernandez and Beck died in the electric chair in 1951.
The story was dark and moody, but the movie was well done. It’s worth a watch.
More reviews? You bet. They’re right here.
By Mike Huber India Part VIII Awakening the following morning (still with some uneasiness from…
By Joe Berk An upfront warning: If you're squeamish, you should skip this blog. It…
By Joe Berk It had been way too long since I hunted pig, and that…
By Joe Berk I moved to southern California in 1979 and settled in what we…
By Mike Huber India Part VII The number of temples and shrines we visited throughout…
By Joe Berk The pocketknife craze continues unabated, and I am finding that in my…