"Flawlessly lucid"; "viciously insightful"; "quietly devastating"; "emotionally honest and psychologically dense"; "dares speak the truth about modern adult relationships." Those are a few of the phrases that were used to describe the movie Closer when it arrived in theaters late last year.
Oddly, as best as I can tell, the following terms were absent from discussion of the film: "ridiculous"; "unmoored from reality"; "emotionally preposterous"; "unintentionally hilarious." Closer, released on video today, is not a bad movie--or rather it is not merely bad.
Many moms and dads react to their tween's moodiness, focus outside the family, increasing independence and maturing physical body by distancing somewhat from their child.
But tweens need to feel they have a secure nest as they launch themselves into the exciting but scary world outside the family.
One way or anotherand the difference would become critical Matthews was excited by what he had found.
(The two practice safe sex, he says.) His wife, "in one way or another," he continues, has come "to accept it." He explains in a phone interview, "There are no road maps here." He pauses.
"I don't think I'll live my life as a gay man -- ever.
The man behind the nom-de-screen of Mr Mature was Larry Matthews, a then-53-year-old freelance journalist and sometime producer for National Public Radio.
As Mr Mature, he wandered around various chat rooms and downloaded the images throughout 1996 as he sat at either of his Macintosh computers in the comfort of his Silver Spring home.
(You can read my review here.) But if the characters in the former film seemed transplanted from another decade, the characters in Closer seem transplanted from another planet.