Holy balls, this movie was stressful. Darren Aronofsky… you fiend! Who else can be trusted to mix insanity with an “oh my!” lesbian sex scene with feathers and ballet and masturbating with your mom in the room? No one I know besides Mr. Ass-to-Ass himself (referencing Requim).
I went yesterday with my friend whose mother was one of the principle ballet teachers for the film. We wanted to see her on the silver screen and cheered when we saw her name in the credits. It was wonderful and the actors really seemed like dancers to me and my untrained eyes.
That being said… OMFG! Stress ensues very shortly after the previews for other movies end. Maybe I’m overly squeamish but I wasn’t the only one grimacing and holding my eyes and ears shut. The visceral quality of the film cannot be ignored but neither can the angles and the beauty and the fact that Natalie Portman looks like a famished ten year old boy in a tutu!
At the end of the day, I would definitely say this is a Must See movie. Its rating and reviews by the critics are well deserved BUT… maybe a glass of wine ahead of time would be a good way to go.
(I also have a caveat for the dudes… Men, if you are into Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman and the intertwining of their bodies, maybe you should put a jacket over your ding-a-ling during that scene because it is fierce.)