...says BJMe, and complains that "All the reviewers seem satisfied to masturbate on their keypads while the surface sexual quadrille, all the while ignoring the homosexual tango that CLOSER is."
Ompf! Missing this while I watched Closer this weekend, BJMe's excellent review explains exactly why I never felt invested in this movie:
Though I was enjoying the snappy repartee, solid acting and directing, I couldn't really relate to the behavior of the ensemble until, that is, it dawned on me that I was attending a closet quartette. Once I understood that, I could better enjoy the games that the characters were playing with each other and that the author is playing with his audience.
