Closer (2004. dir by Mike Nichols), is a straight up slap in the face to everyone who flows with the notion that, "love conquers all". Right out the box, the movie hits you upside the head with some Kevin Bacon type six degrees tip, linking them all together. Love is a cruel mistress throughout the entire joint with the internals of human nature manifested in perverse, dark, and noodle melting ways. Cinematic flow lends itself to Captain Kirk style spatial rifts that caused a Bamma to pause and twist the cerebral cap back on tight. The ocular presentation was on point; realism was in effect to the point where the backdrop supplemented as a distracting mirage to the true effector of the film, the verbiage. With a linguistic vibe that struck a Bamma to be on a very Shakespearean type tongue tango, most of the spoken funk was right on time (*spoiler--READ:instant messaging sex chats*). Damned if the endin' didn't leave a Bamma pissed off in a tivo missed the last 5 minutes@*!?#$ type format with that whole *spoiler -- Sarah Jessica Parker Sex and the City style chick walk (peep it -- you'll see what the funk flows). Despite all that, get down with the film because Love causes punks to jump up, just so they can get their natural (skewee-skewee!) WHOOPED. Every fighter in this joint went the full 12 rounds and came full circle. Some of them came out lookin' straight up like Willy Lump-Lump though, for straight, for shizzim!
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Last edited by soulsolid; 12-07-04 at 05:43 PM.