So, I waited until this came out on DVD. Yeah, it was the right move to make. Why were all the critics so in love with this flick? is it because we got hear Julia Roberts talk about orgasms and sexual positions? Or that we got to see Natalie Portman as a stripper? Granted, both were fun, but this movie was tough.
Now, I know it was adapted from a play, but it was too choppy for the screen. And Portman was...well she was just a slutty version of her character from Garden State. Not Oscar worthy.
But seriously, what is Oscar worthy? What does that even mean? A bunch of Hollywood people get together to decide what is the best in Hollywood? I thnk it's time for some new, outside blood.
But I digress. Back to Closer. Clive Owen was by far the brightest spot of this flick. He stole every scene he was in, and was powerful in his vulnerability. But the characters were just too precipitous in their actions which pulled me out of the story. I didn't care about the characters, what they were feeling, who they were sleeping with, not even their names. So at the end when we find out that Jane is really Portman's character's name, who cares? Is has nothing to do with the plot, we know nothing about her situation. Poor character development, and the dialogue was full of sex, which in and of itself isn't bad, but it just became laborious after a while.
Oh well, it was only four bucks.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
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