'Love is an accident...
waiting to happen.
Desire is a stranger...
you think you know.
Intimacy is a lie...
we tell ourselves.
Truth is a game...
you play to win.'
This is not a review. These are simple impressions of a not-so-simple story. Watching Closer, I jumped lightyears ahead, and it was one step towards maturity. Something like reading The unbearable lightness of being. Don't misunderstand, I do not claim I reached the prime of my life just with a movie and a Kundera's philosophy:), it would be too easy that way.
I watched Closer more than 20 times, had it on my computer for more than 20 months, contemplated watching it for more than 20 minutes and was dazzled immediately. I fell in love with Natalie Portman's character, with Alice Eyres slash Jane Jones; and with Clive Owen's raw sexual magnetism fullstop.
Larry: There's a girl out there who calls herself Venus, what's her real name?
Alice: Pluto.
Larry: Christ. When I was in flares, you were in nappies.
Alice: My nappies were flared.
Larry: I'll pay you.
Alice: I don't need your money.
Larry: You have my money.
Alice: Thank you.
'Finally a love-story for adults.' This is the tagline of Closer. And there is only one prevailing song and two melodies playing throughout the movie.
I'm breathing out my memories of these characters, the plot, words, situations, Damien Rice's haunting song and its lyrics...then I breathe them back again.
My finish, inspired by Alice's words, the only way to say goodbye:
I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.
(...)And so it is
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