Sunday, 23 January 2011

Black Swan

All of Aronofsky's films could be described as 'beautifully bleak'. There's nothing quite like sitting down on a sunny Sunday afternoon to watch Requiem for a Dream and have your soul ripped apart. And Black Swan is no different. Despite being his most commercial film to date, it still retains his depressive signature, as he throws viewers into a mind-bending journey of jealousy, lust, and other such watchable pyshcoses.

The Body Horror is a little more subtle than The Human Centipede

It might have a few too many 'does that girl look like me?' moments, but I must say it is one of the best horror films of recent years. Portman is utterly convincing as the mentally troubled lead ballet dancer, and Vincent Cassell is ingeniously cast as the morally questionable stage director. Arronofsky delicately blurs the line between reality and nightmare, until the final act where the two are indistinguishable from one another. But what makes it so good is how beautifully monochrome it looks. There is a shot in particular (you'll know if you've seen the film) that I want to frame and hang on my wall, because it is a piece of fucking art.

Enough brown nosing: see it.

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