My Heart of Darkness.

where the thin line between illusion and reality becomes blurred by the very hand that draws it; where the search for answers lead to more questions; where you have to be broken to be built; where nothing sees miracles but misery. Welcome to my Heart of Darkness.

Monday, December 26, 2005

yes i know its a relatively old show, but you guys should really watch "Closer", its really good, one of the few movies that actually retained its "watchability" even after 2 times.


"Closer" is a powerful indictment of the harshness of love - it leads you on with an illusion of truth - the oasis in a desert of loneliness; yet ultimately gnaws into, and leaves you hurting at the end. it evokes sympathy when we see how 4 beautiful people throw themselves wholeheartedly to the desires of the heart only to find, by the time the closing credits flash onscreen, that their desire for happiness has been crushed to bits. the one thing worse than a momentary heartbreak is a lingering heartache.


the most compelling character for me was Julia Roberts' Anna, a photographer, someone whose profession entails, and endows her with the power of the gaze - people become the objects of her work that she proudly exhibits, and hence becomes the object of another person's gaze and judgement. yet there is a distinct reversal of power in her relationships with both the male characters, for, despite all the power she may wield over the camera, she can do little to stop the downward spiral of her relationships when she becomes part of someone else's life. the "closer" she becomes intertwined and contorted with the lives of the others, the more estranged they become from the relationship; the harder they try, the more they fail at the cliched Game of Love.


one thing that really struck me, and perhaps something that warrants further thought: what does the movie say about human relationships if the only thing we see the characters being truthful about is their physical attraction and hence, desire to sleep with each others? if truth necessitates the medium of sex, are we not carnal beings indulging in desires of the flesh? and if that is who we are beneath the veneers (and sheets), has our evolution from the primates then, been nothing but a myth?

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