Saw Black Swan last night, which was good. Very emotionally difficult. I left with a cramp, which lasted for about an hour and was only helped by a shot of Buffalo Trace whiskey and some jalapeno potato chips and a pint a Yuengling.
Perhaps it would have been easier to stomach if my ex-girlfriend weren’t a ballerina, but that, unfortunately, is not what this post is about.
Natalie Portman did a fine job acting in the film. She will likely win Best Actress at the Oscars. The only point I didn’t believe she was a real ballerina was when she told her mom that she got the lead role as the Swan Queen. She did, as Gio described, her facial contractions – smile, to lesser smile, to bigger smile, etc.
Other than that she was stunning. And while at times the relationship between mother and daughter was mawkish, it was so in a good way. We all can relate to the mawkishness. In the same way we shudder at her self-mutilation.
Ugh, I think about it and the stomach tumor bulges.
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