Just got back from the latest Darren Aronofsky. If you're familiar with his work, you'll recognize its place in the trippy psychological horrorfest hall of fame. This one explores a real-life world of self-destruction and almost every kind of misery; it's about a ballerina (Natalie Portman) with the suite of problems a ballerina almost inevitably has--smothering stage mom, eating disorder, fucked-up body, and an overwhelming obsession with perfection. She's cast in a coveted lead, and the stakes exacerbate her already considerable issues--and the fact that ballet completely consumes her life--and what follows is a huge-scale look at what happens when a person does practically every bad thing she can do to be perfect.
It's beautifully shot, because it's Darren Aronofsky; the production value is satisfyingly high for a movie about a big-budget ballet company; the acting is all brilliant. Vincent Cassel as her director ought to be an over-troped role, but manages to be believably chilling. (kinda spoiler below)
Mila Kunis plays a tricky part well too--you believe her pretty thoroughly at the beginning when it looks like she's clearly about to be the troped rival out to get the prima donna, so her unwavering lack of ulterior motive against Nina makes Natalie Portman's crazy an extra level of compelling.
ALSO HOLY SHIT FACE STABBING DID SHE REALLY DO IT OR WAS BITCH JUST TRIPPIN'.
Portman is perfectly cast, and Winona Ryder as the washed-up former prima donna is spot-on too. There is also surprise lesbianism/girls in underwear/beautiful everything. See this. See it see it see it see it see it see it.
When you've seen it--thoughts?
no swans, so here are five black penguins.