my new vibrator is named Clive

[lauralh]

I saw Closer last night and really enjoyed it. I thought it was an excellent study of archetypes: the nebbish who betrays every woman he loves in the cause of his own ego; the typical brute who is true to society's mores; the woman who needs a man to support her but doesn't realize her own strength. Mainly, of course, I was astonished at the intensity of Clive Owen actually distracting me from my former ideal specimen of maleness, Jude Law.

I've liked Clive Owen ever since seeing Croupier all those years ago, but in almost everything I've seen him in, he's not really cast against type. Whereas in this movie he was, but you could hardly tell. Reading the script or seeing the play would make it clearer, but come on, doctors don't look like that. Especially not dermatologists. They are not big thugs with broken noses and unruly hair who don't shave every day. They are true to their girlfriends and wives, maybe stray once or twice, and play the game straight-up. I mean, you don't expect a guy who looks like that to fit so seamlessly into the role, but he did, so well. And such a wonderful counterpoint to Law's fey prettiness and lack of honor.

Perhaps this is yet another signal of men being men again. Not that I'm so anti-metrosexuality, but this, Deadwood, and Sin City seems to be marking a trend.

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