Saw Black Swan, a psychodrama about a an adorable, pink-clad, cream puff of a woman who is given the role of the White/Black Swan in Swan Lake. She is beset by sabotage from jealous rivals, jilted prima donnas, predatory directors, and her own stage mom. On top of all of this, she is seeing things, remembering things that haven't happened.
The film is great fun, this woman having some kind of breakdown as she comes into her own as an artist, as a person. This film most resembles The Red Slippers, another hallucinogenic film about a dancer who gets too involved and loses herself in the dance. Like that one, this builds to an insane climax during the actual dance itself. It's great frothy fun!
I don't have a lot to say about this film. Figuring out what's going on in a movie is what I like to do and that's the whole point of this movie so to talk about it would be to give the whole game away, but I did like the fragile uber-femininity of this girl who is clearly living out some childhood fantasy of being a pretty ballerina. She seems a little old to be discovering boys, for example, but this speaks to her arrested development, her fragility, which her own burgeoning identity is beginning to explode. Great stuff!
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