A friend of mine had advised me not to watch Black Swan. He said he hated it. We are still good friends, but I have learned to no longer take movie advice from anyone.
Because what an awesome movie. It’s a Joycean portrait of the artist as a ballerina. Or a neurotic. And if I say that I’d love it if Black Swan upsets The Social Network at the Academy Awards, then will that affirm the full extent of my dilettantism?
(Not that I care about the Academy Awards, which I think is too American for its own good.)
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