X is the point where lust and jealousy intersect, but exactly why he acts as he does is inexplicable. Her looks may have launched a fleet, her image sells that weird-bottle French perfume, but beauty’s a pleasant extra when everyone regards how her envy undoes everything. Truth is he’s the laziest man alive and unable to change his ways. Animal magnetism and an Oscar under his belt sell magazines, but what if he won’t do an honest day’s work? Pride? Next year’s public gorge on another Ex. Reviews worry about mise-en-scène but everyone else thinks about how wrath is X.