Exhibition. Strangers

LARRY: Like it?
ALICE: No
LARRY: What where you so sad about?
ALICE: Life
LARRY:What's that then?
ALICE: Hum
LARRY: So what do you reckon, in general?
ALICE: You want to talk about art?
LARRY:I know it’s vulgar to discuss The Work at an opening of The Work, but someone’s got to do it. I’m serious, what do you think?
ALICE: It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful because that’s what they want to see. But the people in the photos are sad and alone. But the pictures make the world seem beautiful so the exhibition’s reassuring which makes it a lie. And everyone loves a big, fat lie.
LARRY: I’m the big fat liar’s boyfriend
ALICE: Bastard
LARRY: Larry
ALICE: Alice. So, you are Anna’s boyfriend
LARRY: A princess can kiss a toad
ALICE: Frog
LARRY: Toad
ALICE: Frog
LARRY: Toad, frog, lobster, they’re all the same
…

LARRY:Anna tells me your bloke wrote a book. Any good?
Alice: Of course
LARRY: It’s about you, isn’t it?
Alice: Some of me
LARRY: Oh? What did he leave out?
Alice: The truth
LARRY:Is he here your bloke?
Alice: Yeah, he’s over there, talking to your bird…


Closer, 2002.