I was so bored by this movie and these four self-absorbed people. I didn’t care how they were paired off or who they claimed to love or not love or slept with or whatever. Dull, dull, dull, pretentious, and dull.
This movie reminded me of director Mike Nichol’s first film, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, a film I really like. The conversations and barbs traded by that unhappy couple (Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton) are so much more entertaining and wicked than anything in Closer. Granted, George (Burton) and Martha (Taylor) are two fairly unlikable characters, but they emerge as flesh and blood. There’s tension and peaks of emotion in Virginia Woolf that Nathalie Portman, Clive Owen, and especially Julia Roberts paired with Jude Law, never come close to, despite how much prettier they are to look at.