I’ve been dreading Black Swan. Oh, I couldn’t wait to see it—a psycho sexual ballet movie? That’s three of my favorite things all in one film! I’ve been a fan of Natalie Portman since she bonded with the French hitman in The Professional. So when details first started filtering out about the movie, it sounded great. But then I heard the director was Darren Aronofsky, he of The Wrestler fame, with all of its’ jittery camera work and grainy film effects. It made you feel like you were right there getting slammed into the mat with Mickey Rourke. Actually, I felt exactly like that after I saw the movie. That one not only made my stomach churn but my head ache as well. It’s hard to appreciate what is a really good film when it has this effect on you—or maybe it was having to watch Mickey Rourke’s face after remembering what he looked like in Diner. Continue reading “Black Swan” →