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For Von Eisberg Fiamma

(for Cecil) ;

Major Hollywood actresses glared at the camera to terrorize the audience and them, shivering in their seats, they understood immediately how angry they were. For sample just one button on any scene from " What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? ."

Ducks do not wear buttons and it seems now that the actresses do not use act. Natalie Portman plays in The black swan a perfect dancer and frigid, but does not compose ever, over one hundred-odd minutes, the duality that the main role proposed. Each scene of bravery is captured with all that left us a legacy Stanislavsky and Grotowski, but with special effects: red contact lenses (so the audience can understand the kind of demonic possession madness), plumage which originates in the upper extremities (So \u200b\u200bthat the friendly audience to see that the dancing has become the black swan), and the nec plus ultra Legorum (Lego, remember?), The scene dolls tribute to those articulated when the legs star break in appalling foreshortening (so that the audience experiences the kind psychic fracture that crosses the ballerina).

To make matters worse, there is a lesbian scene. It happens that if one is a director of art and want to show the absurdity of a mind tortured emotional, do not forget some items. Namely, an oppressive mother, a hint of sexual abuse by this lady to our brown duck, a seduction scene with a stallion erect another (if possible, more explicit) with a nice lady, and one more with a good autocepillada pubic (read: masturbation). If the protagonist is stuck in all this, surely the audience will realize kind of imbalance.

trash For more details we have Winona Ryder mutilated with a nail file or peeling star cuticles and, for that matter, the skin of the finger. Oh, and scratches as a victim of the fleas of Revelation.

It invites us to suspend our disbelief. Who lurks on the other side of the bathtub, is she?, Who tries to suffocate after scene of oral sex and lesbian, is, again, herself?, While masturbating in his bed, is the mother has been watching?; the blood flowing beneath a door in his dressing room, is it real? and, if it were, is she a murderer?; the girl on the subway, is, for the umpteenth time, herself, is it his alter ego, is it a twin sister hitherto unknown in history? ; all these questions, and more, we take one certainty: the film is terrible.

If the director was trying to show how it could generate the passion in the star role to the most important challenge of his career, only delivers a duck burger with ketchup sauce. That is, a pre-digested product, vacuously silly teenager and resolved.