I just saw Closer. I think Clive Owen was the only one who managed to elevate the text beyond it's staginess. Julia Roberts inability to convey an inner life for her character made me question if she herself has an inner life. (I suspect robot.)

And the scene were Clive is barefoot...Gah! I'll be in my bunk.

I'd be interested in seeing the wedgie attempt, so give me a holler when you're in position.

Will you be locked in a squash court with Orli?

I think I don't need a competitive advantage over Orlando Bloom. I promise even to take off any stompy shoes I might be wearing.

Especially if he has no forewarning of my secret plan, it should be easy to just sidle up, do the Hollywood air-kiss greeting, reach around back for a simple friendly hug -- and WHAM! Tighty-whities everywhere.

You didn't think a propensity to hugging was a liability, did you? This is why people in New England have a big personal bubble.

And the scene were Clive is barefoot...Gah! I'll be in my bunk.

Ditto.

I think Clive's hotness might have been helped just a smidge by comparison to Jude Law at the puffiest and least charming he's ever been.

You know, the squash court could still come in useful. Those of us interested in viewing from a remove will be suited by the spectator stands, but you won't be able to get within boxer-groping reach if you don't get yourselves away from the screaming fangirls.

Sister Mary Stigmata,

"We gotta go see the penguin." "Fuck that!"

I love how she glides backwards and the door shuts by itself.

ita! I saw the novelization of the Elektra movie today in Indigo and from the cover blurb, she's totally an assassin! Now, that's probably edited out of the movie (and for that matter, the "book"), but still.

I love how she glides backwards and the door shuts by itself.

Don't all nuns do that?