There are movie creatures we expect to be scary, like vampires, zombies, or Zach Galifianakis without his pants. But when Darren Aronofsky set out to invent a new kind of psychological thriller, he began with cherry-cheeked ballerinas in toe shoes. Aronofsky has shown us the dark side of the everyday before, in Requiem for a Dream and The Wrestler. Now, in
Tchaikovsky’s sweeping symphonics accompany American Werewolf-esque morphing sequences (there are 300 f/x shots in the film—impressive for a modestly budgeted indie), making Black Swan the world’s first surrealist-horror-thriller-sci- fi-ballet movie. Or something like that. “Alec Baldwin described it as Jacob’s Ladder in tutus,” Aronofsky says, laughing. “And I’m not about to disagree with Alec Baldwin.” Indeed. To the list of things that terrify us, add 90-pound divas.
Photos: Niko Tavernis
Authors: Nancy Miller