Mike Nichols probably thought he was rather clever setting one of Closer’s climaxes to the strains of Così fan tutte. Nichols probably never stopped to think that drawing attention to the genius of others is rather stupid when one is engaged in making rubbish.
Così fan tutte is about two men sharing two women. So is Closer. That’s all they have in common. No, wait. I’m being too generous here. Così is about men and women. Closer is about four handsome yet tortured manikins shrieking “I love you” to one another in a simulacrum of London that resembles nothing so much as Notting Hill without the gritty realism. Greenery yallery, Tate Modern Gallery. Plus, Julia Roberts says “fuck” a lot. Continue reading