Don't move any closer to Closer

Rating: 1/10 (23 December 2004)

Closer has all of the ingredients to be a fantastic film; however, it failed miserably. It entices the movie-goer, or in my case a film historian, with a story about love, loss, deception, and intrigue plus the chance to enjoy such powerhouse acting as Roberts, Law, Portman, and Owen. My enjoyment was quickly replaced with disgust and embarrassment. This is not an artful movie but simply smut. Instead of uplifting the individual viewer or providing insightful commentary into this love quadrangle, Closer decided to bombard us with verbal pornography, disgusting situations, and cheapened scenes. When is it fantastic or fabulous to use each disgusting slang term for genitals, sexual experiences, or situations? This film was degrading to everyone who was a part of the production and most importantly to the individual viewer. This movie deserves no further recognition by me or by any academy.