Frinklin and I got invited to a party today. Very exciting. When I mentioned it to Frinklin we celebrated having our first real married couple friends. That invite us to stuff.

Cool.

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Wow. I feel dirty.

When I wrote that Closer could be the most pretentious movie of all time, I thought I was exaggerating. Apparently, I was dead-on.

I went to see it this afternoon. I’m really glad I was alone. I don’t think I could have sat next to anyone without keeling over from embarrassment and shame. The dialog was terrible and stunted, full of these grandiose, clunking statements that you could practically hear hitting the ground from their own weight (i.e.: “Why can’t you lie? It’s the currency of the world!” and “We have to forgive. It’s what separates us from the animals.”). Then different characters take these awful lines and reuse them in other situations…bleh. I hated them all the first time I heard them.

I have to wonder what Jude Law, Natalie Portman, Julia Roberts, and Clive Owen were thinking when they did this film. I canÂ’t imagine that this will up their Hollywood stock much. Or does shouting over and over (Clive, IÂ’m talking to you here) about your sex life in excruciating detail and in the most vulgar terms raise your acting value? I felt like I was watching a really bad experimental acting class that just got away from the instructor.

Lastly, let me send a quick note to the director:

Dear Mr. Nichols,

I understand that you are considered to be an excentric sort of genius in some circles. If you ever make a film again that involves Clive Owen, please don’t make him some sort of sex crazed, perverted freak. You made him look all friendly in the trailer, giving a balloon to a smiling Julia Roberts. What the trailer failed to show is that the balloon is a gift for the woman he thought he had just had some sort of weird anonymous internet sex with (who just happened to not really be Julia—I won’t get into that part here, you know what I'm talking about). And it was really nasty anonymous internet sex, and that he was going to meet her to fulfill some twisted fantasy. That rather tainted their relationship from the beginning for me. That and his weird screaming scene where he made Julia go into agonizing detail about her adulterous sex.

Thank you,

Ensie

PS--Hire a new editor.

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Today is my wonderful husband's birthday. I'm so very proud of him, and the people at work can probably tell you how sick they are of hearing about every amusing thing he does. I'm so lucky to be married to such an incredible man, who is one day older today than he was yesterday.

I love you Frinklin.

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