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[rm]

As has been evidenced somewhere in the swirl of my massively divided attention span around here, I have a real hard on about a lot of the fall movies coming out, notably Vanity Fair (two days away now) and Closer (December).

I had to code an entire article about Closer at work today, and it enticed me further. So, I ran out and bought the play, and hot damn, it's just... exactly the sort of thing I think plays should be about in the way I think they should be about them.

But more importantly than that, it made me absolutely 120% realize exactly what it is I need to write about the Michael thing, and how, because I finally see the thread of the plot there, and see it at a distance and see why it should be told in a given way in a given format, and I am just so fucking excited, even if the act of writing such thing will effectively make every terrible thing he ever said about me true.

And I don't care.

I'm going to write it, and I'm going to submit it to Fringe next year.

That said... Closer -- this play, this play... it makes me want to take a scene study class right now just to work on parts of this with someone.

I'm not being eloquent, I'm too excited by too many things to be eloquent right now.

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[keever.livejournal.com]

I saw Closer in London in 1998, and was suitably impressed. I really, really hope that the film turned out well.

[rm.livejournal.com]

The previews for it have stunned me. A lot of it is that the casting is exceptional. But seriously, if Mike Nichols could not fuck up Angels in America, I think we're good.

And I'm quite extraordinarly jealous that you saw the London production.