Look closer, and you have more than a movie

Rating: 9/10 (31 May 2017)

This is one of those special films you come to respect, and really admire, because of it's truth. With tight performances, from Owen and Portman (especially Owen) these are reasons Closer really works. The film is about infidelity but what "real love" is, and it's own underhanded way, challenges us, through it's great screenplay and performances. Law's was one I really liked, as a nerdy, conserved type, who writes obituaries, where his contrast comes in the form of his best friend/doctor, Larry (Owen) the more open, in control, Studley type. Then he (Law) sees her, (Portman) in slow mo, heading towards him, through a bevy of walking New Yorkers. Their mutual attraction is unmistakable, while meanwhile Law is involved with someone else, photographer, Roberts, the least best performance out of the four, where our other three pull higher rank. I don't know, I just didn't like Roberts in this film. It wasn't her acting, but more so her character. Now she's involved in a relationship with Owen, who does Portman. Lucky dog. Confused? Now the movie runs on these four characters, all brought together to create high quality drama, about us as people, taking off the mask, and seeing who we really are. Portman's cruel, blunt honesty, near the end, really opens your eyes, and it's paining, but also, seeing the desperation in Law to save and keep her, where at the end, we find out, she really did need saving. Closer is not the most appealing film, and does have some pretty heavy, coarse language, here and there, but it's an important film. The scene in the strip club between Owen and Portman is gold, my fav, Owen's never been funnier, while Portman, scantily clad, donning a pink wig, has never been hotter. The song a slow sung track is haunting, as in how it painfully befits Law and Portman's short lived relationship, as if torturous too. Though in all, Closer, is a well, fine fashioned film, that must be praised for it's honesty.