What is there to really say for such a movie? It has captured the very essence, the core of being in love. Intimacy, eroticism, playfulness, heartache and questions without answers.Excellent photography, wonderful music both score and songs.... Stana Katic aka Sofia is a work of art, a diamond of a woman. The Polish brothers did a great job writing and directing the movie. Right and wrong doesn't exist in a situation like this. A love story that leaves everything else out for enough time to get get carried away and just absorb it with everything you've got. For Lovers Only is exactly what the movie is all about.

Goodbye Stana you have lost a fan! You have continually disappointed in every movie choice you have made thus far in your film roles as far as I am concerned. The few that I have actually seen completely and the trailers of the others and all those YouTube clips of her escapades with snorting drugs, alcohol consumption in excess, lesbianism, nudity, adultery, murder, and her constant use of her apparent favorite word (F***) in various forms, noun, adjective, describing a cast member,etc. She is not timid about using it in interviews, nor how proud she is FOL and the Polish brothers for giving her the chance to do this offensive film. Mark said in his interview, he still has the e-mail she sent begging to do their film. Elsewhere it was reported that she wanted it so bad she did it to free, no salary just a portion of the profits if it made any money by just being sold through digital services. Makes me wonder what she really wanted from doing this film? She's a great talent, she fooled me for a long time, I actually believed she was a decent individual just by her role of Beckett. Guess I know better now. I will never watch another of her movies, when Castle is canceled or she leaves the show to pursue more detrimental pursuits to ruin our culture and our young people; I will not be watching anything she is in until her heart is changed and her life is back on track to reaffirm her fans and our young people that those things she has shown them how to do can kill them. But that is not a surprise, Hollywood and its minions have been destroying this countries morals for years and our youth with their constant lies of do whatever you want, to whoever you want, whenever you want your not responsible and somebody else will have to face the consequences of your actions!

How lucky we are that Calvin Klein offers almost two hours of his pretty self-indulgent people gazing into the soul less eyes of a matching mate! Oh you mean this was not about French jeans? The brothers Polish are far from any substance or verisimilitude. Because you make a black and white movie and film it in Paris, doesn't make it art. It was an orgy of photography without any sex. I rather make fun of Karl Lagerfeld or wonder if anything ever came between Brook Shield's jeans than spend a relaxing night watching this vacuous dreck. The music goes up 20 times the needed volume like Rush Limbaugh's screams about nothing. The dialog is worse than a teen trying to write poetry about an escapade. Besides waiting to hear if anything poetic or insightful was said when the actors finally did speak, they're difficult to hear. My hand was getting carpal tunnel from constantly adjusting my remote from the extremes variances in the audio. I was wishing Genevieve Bujold would enter a scene and tell Stana Katic and Mark Polish to go home already or shout Action.

The movie is aesthetically beautiful... maybe too much. Each shot is designed to perfection. Nothing is left to chance and you will notice it sometimes... you will notice the presence of the director too. Beautiful the chosen black and white that reminds some of those Robert Doisneau's photos. All those things are intentional... As a matter of facts the movie is about photography, framing, it is about time stopping to build the perfect shot... doing this both in a picture and in life. Stopping the time in that unique instant, which is the art, which is sex, which is every moment in which we realize that we are living, but at that same time that particular moment soon gets us into sadness. Some scenes are really really beautiful... but there are too much of them that you could not digest it all! It's all so full, each frame is fragmented into a lot of other frames, faces the double mirrors, the transparency of glass and windows. In fact I struggle quoting one in particular... there are so many beautiful scenes and beautiful shots, all so dense but that density risks to remain diluted by and into the "too much". Beautiful close-ups of both the leading actors... breathtaking Stana Katic's ones that appears beautiful and is able to give her character a past and a future, with her expressions only. Very successful is the close attention for eyes, hands, mouths and tongues details... sometimes it my be a little intrusive. After 25 minutes the movie has a very interesting change in acceleration. The cutting becomes fast, the light high, and the music bursts. The shots change too, opening to shoot the two protagonists and not just parts/details of them. From this moment on it is a continuous succession of overlapping, wide shots and extreme close-ups, fast and slow cutting, sudden cuts and on-off alterning voices. At the beginning of the movie the protagonist tells his love to her: I do not photograph people anymore, but inanimate objects only, just because I do not see what I would like to see. In people I find only parts of you: your nose, your eyes, your hands ... but I can never see the whole of you, I can't find yourself. Beautiful is the motorcycle scene... I had already found it good watching the trailer, because of the metaphor between bike and sex. Feeling the bike's engine between the legs, his power under you. Feel when the gear engages and the bike spurts out under your body. To control that power, that emotion (similar to sex) something that explodes when you try to control it up to the end, but you know you cannot control it completely and totally. Nice the final scene, the only on color, shoot in a field of yellow flowers... looks like the scene from an old silent movie. In my opinion it's a very nice movie... maybe too much thought and reasoned... and I realize that in this nowadays reality, in which everything is done pulling it away, my opinion could appear as one of someone who is never satisfied, but that's it! The movie, I think is nice but lacks a bit in spontaneity... paradox, he lacks a bit of heart. But I do not want to be misunderstood: the movie is really very nice.