ok, so, black swan?
what. the. hell. was. that. movie?
let me just start by saying i'm not a horror movie fan. at all. i'm the annoying kid who is always screeching in harry potter or whatever so this was not well. not to mention the movie has many sex scenes and masturbation scenes and i saw it beside my very very prudish father and my howling mother, along with the giggling older sister. wow, is all i can say.
it was wonderfully made and a beautifully gruesome movie. they had all of the ballet details down to a crisp including the capezio tights and everything like that but... wtf?
i mean when the movie ended i was just staring at the screen with this awed and revolted expression on my face.
i guess that's what they call perfectionism.
but in truth everyone, this is the ballet word. it's not as intense but it is just as much hard work and determination. you saw them at the barre? our ballet teacher is that except not as nice. yeppers. their technique was simply amazing though.
i called (though it didn't work out) that there wouldn't be a mattress at the end of the movie but she'd fall anyways. i was wrong but... sort of right?
anyways. perfectionism to a T.
charlotte.
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