from august 2004
last sunday i went to "closer" with two of my girlfriends. funny enough we are all at a crossroads about our respective relationships with men...and obviously PMS'ng for we cried during a trailer for "Hotel Rwanda". Movie hasn't even started folks yet the waterworks are out in full force.
this is not a movie for the faint of heart, or those with heart...first off, i'll say that its a great fucking movie. i love mike nichols, (working girl is my number 1 favorite movie), i adore jude law - i find him talented, and sexy but i wouldn't drop anything for him. (paging affleck), julia and natalie - fab, clive owen- outstanding!
ok the subject matter- relationships where trust is like so not a priority. candor is encouraged yet only if it serves the person doing the candoring. the characters portrayed are so heartless yet so emotional, it brings back memories of relationships/friendships/falsehoods past that made the entire experience too emotional for me. i haven't cried like that in a cinema since ghost - (passion of the christ, doesn't count as those tears flowed straight from the Lord...)
i'm no fucking creampuff, but i do believe in the human condition. that rush of emotion stemming from an umcomfortable memory is overwhelming, this movie is so wrong and yet so right.
crying in movies is so embarrassing and depending on who you are with- you never want anyone else to know that you've felt that much emotion when there's candy and soda involved. you elicit stares, the stare of "Oh girl, what exactly is going on with you right now" or the "You can't be upset about that? Can you? You are..."
just so you know, had i gone to that movie alone- i'd be atop the mormon temple with an AK.
i'm totally joking.
i can't really sum this movie up- people walked out, people got angry, hissed, shifted uncomfortably in seats, headshaking in agreement - what was learned?
1. men will do anything for poon
2. men will lie to get what they want, poon.
3. men need to be constantly stimulated or else they'll leave you, for different kinds of poon.
4. men love strippers, especially nymphish imps.
5. men love to one up each other, over poon.
6. poon, poon, poon....poon. men love it more than themselves.
and now your reality tv sighting of the month:
some guy who was on "the biggest loser". saw him at ronnie's diner on culver. he looks like dr. drew - albeit not nearly as hot. kept the weight off, ate a chicken salad.
you know you wanted a grilled cheese sammich dipped in chocolate and gravy.
bitch.
toodleloo schnookums.
