Saw Closer last night. The Patrick Marber play that's now a film? (sorry about my uptalk). It should be called Further Away.
In an interview in the Independent Patrick had the gall to say:
"European people perceive Closer as a hot-blooded passionate play, whereas American audiences and critics perceived it as misanthropic, cynical, cold-blooded. Those who didn't like the play just don't like the play, which is fair enough... Most mainstream American films are about redemption: the hero goes on a journey, and becomes a better person as a result of their suffering or experience.
I never felt like Closer ever had a particular message. I'm not that kind of writer. I was just telling a story that I hoped would hold the audience's attention for a couple of hours. No one improves, there aren't great moral lessons to be learnt. The people who don't like it perceive it as a slab of nihilism."
He's just telling a story ... nothing happens. I'm in shock. Stories are precious, and I spend ages, months working out who the people are and why and all those things. He just lets some dialogue fall out of his head and it's a play. Sheesh.
And he's working on Zoe Heller's Notes On A Scandal. I bet he can strip all the soul out of that, too.
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