So maybe I should’ve have seen this in the theatre. But I must admit I was pretty underwhelmed. I don’t feel confused and I don’t feel empathetic or moved or awed by the film.
For starters, Aronofsky has done better films– Pi and Requiem for a Dream were hard-hitters. This one not so much.
I get it, mentally fragile girl with overbearing pushy mother living vicariously through her has first psychotic break complete with paranoia and hypersexuality. Some people think this story is a reference to mother-daughter molestation. I don’t think so at all. In fact, I wonder if all the nuances in Nina’s interactions with her mother, Lily, and Tomas are actually legitimate, or all in her head.
I see enough young people (sadly) in the throes of their first “psychotic break” (being a neurologist, it ends up being NMDA receptor encephalitis, but that’s all together another post), to have a clear of idea of what this looks like.
To me the most disturbing thing is how Natalie actually starts acting like a bird while she is the Black Swan (terrifying really!)
People seem shocked that Natalie delivered in this role, but I don’t understand why. Didn’t anyone see Closer back in 2004? Doesn’t anyone understand that sweet, disciplined women are merely a few feet away from snapping. 🙂
I am often behind when it comes to movies. I like to blame it on a crazy work schedule, and to be honest I don’t frequent the movie theatre like I used to do. So yesterday after a 14 hr night shift (thankfully with sleep!), I curled up on the couch to watch Exit Through the Gift Shop. It is the true story of a Frenchman obsessed with videotaping everything, who stumbles upon the world of street art. I presume it helps when you’re related to the infamous street artist Space Invader….but regardless, he ends up building a relationship with the shadowy Banksy.
So about Banksy, I studied in London for a summer during college and was fascinated by these stenciled paintings throughout the city—subversive statements, sewer rats, and the scenes where it appears that the surface you are looking at is being pulled back to reveal its true character. It was almost like a scavenger hunt to find them. I am now kicking myself for not taking more pictures of them. Guess I’ll have to go back.
At the time I had no idea who Banksy was, but it is pretty neat in retrospect to have a shared experience of seeing transient works of art on the street.
I was also this clueless in Paris a few years ago. My friend Kim kept stopping and taking pictures of these “pacman-like” mosaics scattered throughout the city, and I wondered what in the world was going on. I personally wonder why they wouldn’t commission this sort of creativity, but I am sure the whole point is to have your act of rebellion against the establishment.
I will leave you with a picture of me and a Banksy original: