Pretentious Art Swallowed by silly Lesbian Theme.

Rating: 1/10 (30 December 2010)

(Big spoilers in this review.)What begins as a style-over-substance art film sets the viewer up for a big-time let down by film's end.
Reflect back on what you've been fed for two hours, and you get exactly this: The BIG turnaround on the road to success as the "Black Swan" comes when Portman mixes liquor and drugs at a night club and has a graphic dream about wild lesbian sex with her rival dancer. With no prior hint of homosexual tendencies on the part of either girl, they fall into a frenzied girl-on-girl slurp fest and suddenly Portman is dark enough to be Black Swan. Oh, really! I can't imagine ever having a fantasy of having hard gay sex with my friend George or even Sam. Can you? I thought not.
Personally, I can enjoy a girl-on-girl scene as in a porn flick, but not as a Gay Agenda Theme presented in a supposedly serious drama. But the fantasy keeps growing sillier from that point, until Black Sawn sinks into self-parody.
Tell you what. My wife and I will be seeing the Russian Ballet doing Swan Lake next month at the Hippodrome. I hope the Black Sawn dancer refrains from stabbing herself in the gut with a slice of shattered mirror glass. For one thing, we're seeing the 2nd performance, so if she cuts her belly out in the first show, there won't be a show #2.
BLACK SWAN is ultimately an idiotic bad movie; a waste of time. Do not be fooled.