Just got back from this this afternoon. I have officially reached the point with Aronofsky that I'm in with the likes of Scorsese, Spielberg, the Coens and Kurosawa. That innate feeling that you're in the hands of a master, an artistic genius that breeds a sense of trust whereby you're not just comfortable, but excited to let them take you wherever they wish to go with their tales. Two minutes into Black Swan this feeling took hold of me, and my faith was rewarded - of course - by this most incredible of modern auteurs.
Yet another look at a person being destroyed by their own passionate obsession, as all of Aronofskys work orbits, this film will stay with me for a long time. Portman doesn't just deserve the oscar, it will be a crime unless she recieves it. She gives a truly classic performance essaying this study of dark metamorphosis. That said everyone is note-perfect and the film for me simply didn't skip a single beat while keeping me tensely coiled like a stressed spring throughout its run time.
That said, this is Aronofsky and Portmans show. A beautiful dance betwene director and star that creates the sort of cinematic perfection that highlights the incredible potential movies have to effect you that so few seem to realise in this day and age.








