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I went to see Black Swan last night which ripped me apart and creeped me out and was not a pleasant experience. The movie is captivating, wonderfully well done and the acting was incredible (Oscar level for Natalie Portman) but it was also very hard to watch and emotionally draining.
I got massively drunk Saturday night and had to get up at 9 to go to work and spent most of the day feeling like Satan's asshole, so watching Black Swan in that state was not good. When I get tired my emotions are all over the place. Add a hangover to that and I'm about ready to fall into little pieces. When I heard that DADT was repealed, instead of screaming for joy and doing my crazy happy dance that only three people are allowed to see (one named it "The Stir Fry". It's a very shameful dance.), I burst into tears and cried in the shower and wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. Hungover and tired me was not the one to appreciate a movie like that.
I'm never sure how I feel about stories with an unreliable narrator. I think I like them more in a visual medium than written because when I read Going Bovine by Libba Bray and Liar by Justine Larbalestier I felt cheated because I didn't know what was truth and what was lies and then felt silly because I was reading fiction which is just creative lies anyways. Watching Nina from Black Swan slowly break down and lose touch with reality was fascinating from a psychological perspective and if I had majored in psychology I'm sure I would have had a field day.
A very interesting movie but I wish I had seen it in a better frame of mind. I felt like I had to go look at pictures of kittens after.
I got massively drunk Saturday night and had to get up at 9 to go to work and spent most of the day feeling like Satan's asshole, so watching Black Swan in that state was not good. When I get tired my emotions are all over the place. Add a hangover to that and I'm about ready to fall into little pieces. When I heard that DADT was repealed, instead of screaming for joy and doing my crazy happy dance that only three people are allowed to see (one named it "The Stir Fry". It's a very shameful dance.), I burst into tears and cried in the shower and wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. Hungover and tired me was not the one to appreciate a movie like that.
I'm never sure how I feel about stories with an unreliable narrator. I think I like them more in a visual medium than written because when I read Going Bovine by Libba Bray and Liar by Justine Larbalestier I felt cheated because I didn't know what was truth and what was lies and then felt silly because I was reading fiction which is just creative lies anyways. Watching Nina from Black Swan slowly break down and lose touch with reality was fascinating from a psychological perspective and if I had majored in psychology I'm sure I would have had a field day.
A very interesting movie but I wish I had seen it in a better frame of mind. I felt like I had to go look at pictures of kittens after.