The minutes crawl by during this fancifully abstract two-character piece, which stars Alan Rickman such a terrific villain in the first Die Hard as a steely interrogator who spends months torturing an innocent author of children's books (Madeleine Stowe). Her crime? Writing a nice little story that has been construed as ''subversive'' by the Powers That Be (just who they are is left intentionally vague). She, however, proves stronger than her accusers. As she keeps repeating, they can break her body but they can't break her mind. The movie, which has the feel of some didactic Off Off Broadway production left over from 1972, is set entirely in one gray marble room a kind of stylized Bauhaus torture chamber. The moral scheme is, to put it mildly, basic: Closet Land is squarely on the side of innocent women who write children's books and squarely against the vile fascist monsters who torture them.