Every once in a while, I’ll see a film that I think my mom would’ve liked. Our taste in films didn’t always intersect – in fact, they hardly ever intersected. (She did make me watch The Last Picture Show, which I still love. I guess I pretty much forced Pink Flamingos on her.) While I’ve always preferred horror, she preferred drama…but we both agreed on freaky. Black Swan is an interesting combination of the three.

With all the press and awards, I already knew a lot about Black Swan. Hot lesbian scenes, dance doubles, altogether freakiness…If I had been able to see Black Swan cold, it might have knocked my fucking socks off. Then again, I might have fucking fell asleep. There’s no denying it – the beginning of the film was boring as hell. I know it was a slow build – I had the same complaint about Death Proof, another movie that I liked after the fact, even though sitting through the beginning was like Chinese water torture.

My husband actually said that he would never, ever sit through this film again…even for the lesbian scene. Personally, I thought the lesbian scene was pretty hot, but he said, “Who wants to see two flat racks bouncing together?” I sure am glad that I don’t have one of those flat racks….

I’ve always liked Natalie Portman. She has been amazing in everything I’ve seen her in, from The Professional to SNL to Black Swan. (We shall not speak of those damn prequels.) She deserved every award that she got. I do wonder where her career will take her…she can’t play an ingĂ©nue forever?

All things considered, I liked Black Swan. I had forgotten what it was like to watch a grown-up movie that wasn’t on SyFy.