The pleasure (and tension) in watching Black Swan.
It’s midnight and I just got home from watching Black Swan with Kate — the bird in the navy Canada Goose above.
Holy crap. We were anxious the whole film through. The sights and sounds of goosebumps rising, nails scratching, bones cracking, muscles flexing, deep breathing, blood dripping…Natalie Portman’s incredible performance of the frigid, nervous, and hungry ballerina…we left the theatre at Yonge-Dundas Square scared of everything including passing strangers, escalators and the wind. I’m relieved to be home safe, but I don’t think my sleep will be peaceful tonight. My stomach is still in knots!
At one point in the film — for those who’ve seen it, I reference the scene with Winona Ryder and a nail file — I turned to Kate with my face in my hands, whisper-yelling (or maybe just yelling), “Kate! Help me!”
This film is a must-see, with a trusted friend.
The gist of the plot is, you must eat or you will go crazy.