Closer
So if you didn’t know this about me, I really enjoy reading. Some of my Christmas gifts reading included The Mercy Seat by Neil LaBute, Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs, The Story of my Life by Jay McInerney, and Closer by Patrick Marber.
Yes, everyone knows Closer is a movie currently in theaters. I’m sure if you’re a female you’re going to see it because Jude Law is in it. And if you’re a guy, I’m sure you’re going to see it for Natalie Portman (she plays a stripper).
But for those who don’t know, Closer is also a play, and Clive Owen actually stared in the original release in London.
If you want to see the movie (which I haven’t yet), please read this tremendous play by Patrick Marber. It was a brilliant play, extremely depressing, and just when you thought couples could not treat each other any worse, they do.
I haven’t read or seen such a pessimist view regarding love and relationships since seeing Labute’s most recent film – The Shape of Things. LaBute (In the Company of Men, Your Friends and Neighbors) could convince even the most optimistic person that they were bound to never find love, or that their relationship would eventually be doomed.
The play Closer does a tremendous job of capturing the characters emotions, which memorial quotes including “Love disappoints me,” and “Why did you swear eternal love when all you were looking for was excitement.” Something that I think will be very hard to convey on screen (but as I said before, I haven’t seen the movie so I’ll reserve judgment).
The play is a very quick read, about 120 pages or so. So do yourself a favor, if you’re going to shell out 10 bucks to go see the movie, spend $12 and read the play first. Or you can but it online at Amazon.com for $10.50.

