I finally watched Closer, after several recommendations, and it's put me in an odd mood.

I'm not sure what's the best way to describe it.

I guess even though it's a complex movie in a good movie-like way, it can't even touch the messiness of real life. But it just rang true enough in bits to highlight how it wasn't.

Kinda like computer graphics movie people, which are just real enough to be creepy because you can tell in all the subconscious ways they aren't real.

You feel the most for the stripper with no direction in life who is most likely admitting what a liar she is.

And even with the incriminations, the accusations the betrayals, it still feels too clean, too resolved at the end.

I know it's not supposed to feel that way, but the guy who deserves nothing most, comes away with nothing. Life is rarely like that.

Maybe if I could identify more with any of the characters I'd "get it". But if I had to pick one that was most like me, I guess it'd be the cab driver; ancillary and a minor player in the story.

I guess I need to let it roll around in my head some more, but it's put me in an odd, restless mood