And if just now, at this hour, when all at home sleeping when just a keyboard is a terrible melody, short breaks, double kick-ending on m, falling on the u, creeping up the e, r yelling at, insulting the t, glaring back at the e. And all in a turbulent evolution, where the vomiting, an orgasm or a spider could be a touch to awaken. But death is the dream of no return.
Yes, The black swan (2010, Darren Aronfsky) also got me. Barely ten minutes that I left Nina (Natalie Portman), praising its perfection, having combined its duality sinister, dangerous and self-destructive, apex eager and accommodating. Found its missing piece (Because they always went after her, harassing her from his mind) and turned his life a hundred per cent, to burn.
Disturbing and raw, a story that explores the subjectivity of art from the essence of the artist. Proposing to perfection as the justifiable argument for delivering total madness as the unprecedented state to be and be beyond all convention. As the search for suicide: beautiful and deadly manifestation without second scene (the art from a cut from a knot, from a hole from a pool, from the same final position ...). Movie
visceral and maddening, reminding us that even the most gentle and sensitive creatures saved a beast that is imposed, at risk of disappearing.
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