I stayed up nearly the whole night after that movie.
I was thinking very long, very hard and was incredibly upset.
Why, in this movie, did Clive Owen get everything he wanted, and Jude Law get nothing? They both made the same exact fuck-ups, the same exact infidelities. So why did Clive get Julia and Jude get no one?
The answer came to me very suddenly and I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Clive always ALWAYS ALWAYS told the truth. He was completely honest from beginning to end, almost ridiculously unbelievable in that respect. But he was.
It came to me that this movie (formerly a play, which makes the time gaps make more sense to me as they would have been seperate "acts") is basically an attack on how many people deal with difficult aspects of their relationships and, in fact, one need only to be totally honest - even with their mistakes - to find happiness. Even if you get hurt in the process.
Also, I wanted to shake Jude Law at the end of the movie. DONT JUST LET NATALIE FREAKING PORTMAN WALK OUT ON YOU YOU FOOL> MAKE A CONVINCING DRAMATIC SPEECH TO MAKE HER STAY OR AT LEAST MAKE A STAND FOR YOURSELF>
Sigh.
Terrific movie, though.