Monday, 17 January 2011

Black Swan

First things first: In a world of shit film posters, these beauties reign supreme over all else. May your eyeholes breathe them in deeply and your brainjuices flow with delighted appreciation.
Second things second: the best advice I can give anyone going to see Black Swan is to wear a very sturdy helmet, because you will be battered repeatedly about the head by one of the most overblown, insanely melodramatic, staggeringly unsubtle films ever made.

Darrenaranarrenaronofsky's psychodrama about extreme pressure, ambition, jealousy and paranoia in the world of professional ballet reaches such uncontrollable levels of histrionics that even world-class king of bonkers Vincent Cassel comes off as mild-mannered amongst all the overwrought mentalism going on around him.

It's not necessarily a bad thing, although repeated uses of loud noises to hammer home cheap shocks and the tedious omnipresence of mirrors in almost every single scene to illustrate characters' fractured personalities is hardly the apex of original - or subtle - filmmaking.
It is, however, an impressive feat of CGI that you never see the cameraman reflected in any of the mirrors when they should be visible all over the shop. So well done for that.

Also well done to Natalie Portman, who transforms from pathetic doormat to crazy swan queen, stopping briefly en route to be a bit confused and horny with fellow ballerina Mila Kunis (also great), and convincingly bends her lollipop-shaped body into some impressive ballet shapes along the way.

Unfortunately, the story can't support the weight of its own emotional intensity any more than Portman's stick-thin frame should be able to support her massive noggin, and by the final act it all collapses in on itself, leaving the audience dazed and confused in equal measure.

Still, she does have a nice big ladywank at one point so it's not all bad.


  1. I agree with your review. I think the best photography and dancing was in the first few minutes then it was down hill all the way. The marks on Portman's back puzzled me until they became like goose bumps and grew feathers. It was a slight enough tale handled very badly. Not a film for aspiring young ballerinas.

  2. Your RSS feed is up the Swanee (see what I did there)

    All entries are coming through as just a title, no content (at least that's what I see in Google Reader!)

  3. All title, no content? On the Incredible Suit? Surely not ; )