Closer
A stripper moves from New York to London, falls for an obituary writer/aspiring novelist who falls for a photographer who falls for a dermatologist. Partners are switched with a dizzying, confusing irregularity, often in flashback and flash-forward sequences. Some absolutely filthy language (which doesn't bother me) and dreadful overacting (which does). Mike Nichols is a terrific director, but this film makes you wonder if he's off some medication or other.
One positive takeaway from this otherwise forgettable piece of dreck: Natalie Portman has a world-class bum.
Boru
A stripper moves from New York to London, falls for an obituary writer/aspiring novelist who falls for a photographer who falls for a dermatologist. Partners are switched with a dizzying, confusing irregularity, often in flashback and flash-forward sequences. Some absolutely filthy language (which doesn't bother me) and dreadful overacting (which does). Mike Nichols is a terrific director, but this film makes you wonder if he's off some medication or other.
One positive takeaway from this otherwise forgettable piece of dreck: Natalie Portman has a world-class bum.
Boru
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