So, I'm watching Closer. I've heard mixed reviews about it. Some people have told me its absolutely fabulous. Others have told me it's absolute trash. But I wanted to see it from the first time I saw the trailer, so here I am, watching it on a Saturday night.
While I'm finishing up my preparation outline for my Oscar Wilde speech. It's kind of weird, clashing together poetry with a movie such as this.
I did watch Finding Neverland earlier. It was great. Johnny Depp should have gotten the Best Actor Oscar for that one. It was very good.
I would like to read the original book by JM Barrie. I don't know where I shall find it. Perhaps in a library?
Nearly an hour into Closer, I fail to see why some individuals refer to it as trash, wishing they "could burn every copy in existence." The way the time jumps is kind of confusing, though. I think I'm one place and suddenly, I'm a year into the future.
I do enjoy the British accents. Those are fun.
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