In addition to jazz, I watch still images projected against a whitish screen. But I watched them go by very fast and convinced myself I was watching the subjects of the images "move." These "moving pictures" were spliced together to create a seeming narrative story.
The splicers also played songs and talking along with the pictures.
It was an altogether okie dokie experience.
Can't recommend The Black Swan. I thought the performances were outFUCKINGstanding. And I didn't even mind the subject matter of artiste giving all -- and too much -- for her art. It outwresteled The Wrestler.
But the screenwriter and Aronofsky took me right out of the movie almost instantly. I found it unsupportable to suggest that such a weak woman as Nina, the lead character, could rise to the level of featured performer in a major New York ballet company. I couldn't suspend disbelief -- no one that weak could or would navigate successfully the treacherous and confidence-challenging waters of big-time theater.
So I sat through it unable to enjoy it.
Also, the director of the ballet screamed Showgirls to me. . . .
The Wrestler is great, though, and also has some top-notch acting.
But no lesbian cunnilingus scenes, nor female masturbation scenes, so there was a downside when compared to TBS
The best movies of the weekend were watched on a lo-def bubble set: Breaking Away and Invictus.
Go watch those -- I think that Peter Yates and Clint Eastwood might be almost as good as this Aronofsky kid. . . .