Went to see the Black Swan finally. That’s why I’m taking a stab at this belated review.
You won’t be having a lot of fun at “Black Swan,” but the less seriously you take this wildly melodramatic, unashamedly pulpy look at the blood sport that is New York City ballet, the better your chances are of enjoying yourself even a little.
This tale of feathered ambition starring Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis as dueling ballerinas is not just any kind of trash, it’s high-art trash, a kind of “When Tutu Goes Psycho” that so prizes hysteria over sanity that it’s worth your life to tell when its characters are hallucinating and when they’re not.
What is wrong with unashamedly pulpy, high-art trash? It’s a rollicking good time and certainly better than trailer trash. Continue reading →