{"id":4262,"date":"2005-07-07T12:35:13","date_gmt":"2005-07-07T16:35:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/httpblogslawharvardeduceerock4\/2005\/07\/07\/were-like-so-m"},"modified":"2005-07-07T12:35:13","modified_gmt":"2005-07-07T16:35:13","slug":"were-like-so-mature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/2005\/07\/07\/were-like-so-mature\/","title":{"rendered":"We’re Like, So Mature"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a><\/p>\n

I watched Closer<\/span><\/a>
\nand what a pile of pretentious shit that movie is. There were
\noccasional nice moments but overall the movie was screaming “THIS IS A
\nMATURE MOVIE ABOUT ADULT RELATIONSHIPS. WE ARE SO ADULT. ADULTS ARE SO
\nCOMPLICATED. SO THORNY. THIS MOVIE IS VERY THORNY.”<\/p>\n

The movie reminded me of We Don’t Live Here Anymore<\/span><\/a>
\nin the way it tries WAY too hard to seem adult and complicated and
\ntherefore just announces itself as adult and complicated without really
\nhaving the substance. The most ridiculous moment: Natalie Portman
\nturning away to look out the window after acknowledging that she heard
\nher boyfriend Jude Law hitting on Julia Roberts, then turning back and,
\nwith a tear running down her face, asks Julia to take her picture. Oh
\nhow meaningful (spit). Then the picture of course becomes part of
\nJulia’s exhibit and becomes famous. (vomit.)<\/p>\n

Plus, what woman anywhere, ever, for any reason, would ever leave Clive Owen<\/a>? For smarmy Jude Law, no less. I mean, seriously.<\/p>\n

But as I said there were some nice things about it. I liked that Clive
\nOwens was set up as the brutish former working-class doctor who is
\noriented toward the concrete and physical world, to contrast with Jude
\nLaw’s arty dreamy romantic writer-type guy (who I wanted to punch the
\nentire time, and not just becaues he’s Jude Law), and that Jude Law’s
\ntype was shown to be the true brute, as most romantic arty men are
\n(spit). One good line–Jude is confronting Clive in his doctor’s office
\nand is going on about his heart, and Clive jumps up and yells “What do
\nyou know about the human heart? Have you ever seen a human heart? It
\nlooks like a fist wrapped in blood.”<\/p>\n

But the film didn’t live up to its potential. It tried too hard and was
\ntoo impressed with itself. It had zero subtlety. And it had three of
\nthe most annoying actors in Hollywood as its co-leads (Jude Law,
\nNatalie Portman, Julia Roberts). I wish they had all committed suicide
\nand ended their suffering–and mine. And leave lovely Clive free to
\nfind less pretentious, self-absorbed assholes to hang out with.<\/p>\n

And, finally, if you want to see the way a film about “mature” and
\n“complicated” relationships is done well, see Andrew Bujalski’s Mutual Appreciation<\/span><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I watched Closer and what a pile of pretentious shit that movie is. There were occasional nice moments but overall the movie was screaming “THIS IS A MATURE MOVIE ABOUT ADULT RELATIONSHIPS. WE ARE SO ADULT. ADULTS ARE SO COMPLICATED. SO THORNY. THIS MOVIE IS VERY THORNY.” The movie reminded me of We Don’t Live […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":92,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[41],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4262","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-just-movies"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p58QoK-16K","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4262","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/92"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4262"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4262\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4262"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4262"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ceerock\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4262"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}