Being alone

Being alone
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the farther i get from "closer," the more i like it

Last night finally got to see Closer. And while I knew I liked the performances while watching (actually, got lost within the performances — always a good sign), I have to admit, the credits began to roll and I said to my friends, "I'm not sure I understood that."

As we walked home from the movie we started talking about... and not just talking about it but enthusiastically interjectedly talking about it... the "oh oh oh — what about this part?" type of talking about it. So that by the time I got home I was thinking, yeah, wow, that was some movie.

Don't get me wrong: it's not a fun movie. And you're not going to walk out of there and want to hug someone. More like head down to a dive bar and have a stiff something-or-other while cursing the fucked up world. There's not really one sympathetic character: they are all wounded and reactive — like an abused dog that lashes out whenever it gets scared.

Still, a day later and the movie has kept coming up and coming up inside my head. Clive Owen was amazing. His scene with Julia Roberts (and if you saw the movie you know which scene I'm talking about — that scene).... hi-yi-yi. That was something else. Not something nice. Not something pleasant. But ohmigod it was something.