Closer

Seen Closer a couple of days ago. I sucked. Period.

Sure, the acting is above par and the story is a shrink's wet dream, but why make a film about a bunch of insecure artsy types, their power plays and attempts at manipulating each other?

I am not saying that it is not very realistic and that many people are really that screwed up in their heads, but why make a movie about something that should be a source of self-doubt, careful self-analysis hopefully resulting in an attempt to improving oneself?
Worse, why waste the talents of Julia Roberts and the cuteness of Natalie Portman (her talent being beyond reproach in that one) on something that is neither funny, nor a documentary, nor particularly entertaining, nor in fact really a situation drama?

I'd say the movie is a psychoanalysis of the over-sexed liberal crowd that got so much sex that they forgot how to appreciate it and how much more fun it can be when it's not used for manipulating others.

Maybe that is the real root of the problem right there. People have sex and come without orgasming anymore. Addicted to the chemicals released during climax, their mind forgot that orgasms should happen in the head as well. Then it's a real kick.

Maybe I'm just pissed off for not getting laid often enough.

Seriously, how did sex become so manipulative? Sure, everybody plays games to 'get some' at some stages in their lives, but the trend is in fact the opposite. It used to be that people manipulate each other to get sex. Now they have sex to manipulate each other.

That's sad. Seems to me as if people are realizing that they lost the ability to be loved.

Think about it.