Not for lovers of Dan Brown

Rating: 10/10 (27 August 2019)

People who fail to see the greatness of this film are, without a doubt, among those who prefer The Da Vinci Code to The Name of the Rose and Game of Thrones to the history of King Rudolf II.
It is, therefore, completely understandable that this allegorical masterpiece of battered absolute femininity in the hands of absolute masculinity, a tale of Frida Kahlo and her Di-ego, is lost on the masses. It is horrifying enough if you intend to watch it s a horror, however watching it as a horror is beside the point. The film is, above all, a manic run through creation, a tale of a psychopatic god and the ultimate mother, who has so much love that it ultimately kills her, and her son.
Arronofsky's genius take on creation can only be justly described as a fresh hybrid of Flower of Flesh & Blood (never dared to see it) and Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath, on meth. Sublime.