09 December 2004

Just saw Closer. It's nowhere near perfect and vaguely miscast, but a better cast would have been far less interesting than this one, which allows us to watch the four most beautiful people in the world work through abysses of sexual jealousy that would be completely unbearable if the surfaces weren't so seductive. (Reminds me a bit of Eyes Wide Shut.) Like it or not, this movie got under my skin: I left feeling very sad, for those beautiful people, for me, for everyone. When it was over, I left the theater, took the train back to Brooklyn and walked home in the rain, even though I had an umbrella. It's that kind of movie. (Beautiful apartments, though.)

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