A simple movie about the complexity of human nature; a harrowing, unflinching look at how disgusting people can be. A meandering walk down the fine line between passion and jealousy. Like Unfaithful, this film conveys very personal, very real, very dramatic emotions without sugar-coating them or dissolving them in a more “entertaining” plot. In fact, it’s so personal that as we hear the characters talk and argue, it almost seems like we’re hearing things that we shouldn’t be hearing.
The film allows for some self-interpretation, which is always a nice thing. It’s consideration of the concept of “true love,” however cynical it might be, speaks to hopeless romantics, and the “all men are paranoid because all women are liars” thing really resonates with this reviewer, who has begun to lose faith in love and stable/loyal relationships.
Clive Owen is hands down the most biggest stud in the movies today. And Law’s performance in this film is perfect. Roberts’ departure as a filthy slut is refreshing, and Nichol’s attempt to, for the first time, portray Portman as a woman, is successful.
Nichols made a beautiful film. I could tell the film was rooted in theater.
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