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Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Black Swan (paper)


A psychotic thriller, Black Swan leaves the viewer attempting to guess what is real and what is not throughout the entire film. Natalie Portman's portrayal of a deranged ballerina struggling to understand herself leads the viewer through a wild ride of sex, music, jealousy, and rage to conclude in a climactic performance. Some elements of the film worthy of critical analysis include characterization, back-story, climax, the orchestral accompaniments and realism and anti-realism.
    The characterization in this film is absolutely outstanding not just because of the character development but also because viewers are allowed to view each character through two different prisms, that of Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman) and through a traditional cinematic lens. When viewer character through the eyes of Nina the viewer will find that each character is tinged in darkness reflective of the way in which Nina's jealousy effects her understanding of the people around her. This is evident in the scene where Nina is late for a rehearsal and when she finally arrives in the studio she finds her 'friend' Lily dancing her parts. This is actually normal for any ballet as the viewer comes to understand that Lily is the understudy of Nina. To Nina however she sees it as a significant threat to her chances of success. Throughout the film the director of the ballet is also used to shape Nina as a character. He is adamant about her inability to correctly express the emotions of the black swan. This incessant pushing by the director leads to Nina's growth as a character but also leads to he psychotic breakdowns. These breakdowns are immensely important to the films overall message.
   To add to the mystic surrounding Nina the director attempts to provide the viewer with a glimpse of what her life was like prior to attaining a role in the ballet. She turns out to be a relatively sheltered child that still lives with her mother under very strict guide lines. The interesting part about Nina however is that she has a compulsion to scratch absentmindedly at the back of her shoulder. This is known to have gone on for quite awhile as her mother comments that she is at it again. This foreshadows the mental instability that Nina has and allows the viewer to begin to attempt to decipher whether scenes are actually real or have Nina's mental interpretation woven into them. The addition of this little bit of information allows the viewer to construct a significant, if small, back-story for Nina. The viewer begins to grasp the mental inconsistencies of Nina in a way that wouldn't have been accessible without the added light of her back-story.
    This back-story helps to lead to the climax of the film when Nina thinks she has stabbed her self-anointed 'arch-rival' but in reality she has stabbed herself. The climax proceeds to Nina dancing her soul away until, in the final scene of the film, she jumps from a ledge onto a mattress and as people crowd around her to congratulate her on her outstanding performance they see that she is bleeding to death from her self-inflicted wound and she whispers, “I felt it. Perfect. It was perfect.” This statement is the epitome of the movie itself and allows the viewer to grasp the drive that was required of Nina to perform with such talent. The downside is that in order to reach her true potential she had to demonize everyone who wished her well and injure herself to the point of death.
   The injury to Nina also allows the viewer to examine the realism or direct anti-realism that is present in the film. Perhaps the starkest example of realism is not Nina herself but the people around her. The people that she is surrounded with are, seemingly, perfectly sane individuals who have no problem in coping with the world around them. Lily seems to be a person this is exemplified in. Lily, while driven to perform, is not nearly as polarizing a character as Nina is. This is due to the fact that while she is a somewhat wild individual she conforms to what people might expect from a younger female. She is a reasonable, sound-minded individual that the audience can relate to. She is the character that reflect the mental faculties that Nina lacks and is a grounding point for the viewer through her depiction as a realistic person.
   The orchestral accompaniments for the film are also a standout. In keeping with the drama and psychotic thrill of the film the music is arranged in a manner that allows the viewer to be pulled in and held in place while remaining seemingly unawares. The action in the film matches up perfectly with the soundtrack at the most important moments allowing insight into the emotion of the characters. The roaring crescendos and the screech of strings allows the viewer to remain on the edge of their seats while the softer melodies remind the audience that the characters are but human after all though they may embody things that most people leave hidden. The music truly allows the audience to peer into the souls of the performs and understand on a more basic level what drives them to do what they do and the emotions that they feel at the time of action.
   The realism that Lily displays is in direct opposition to the anti-realism that is portrayed in Nina. Nina, while at first seeming to be a regular woman, is depicted as a slightly insane individual. Her hallucinations add the element of anti-realism that makes the film become a masterpiece. The way that she reflects her inner trouble is done in a fashion that both excites the audience yet still seems unrealistic. The audience would not expect for her to stab her understudy and yet the film portrays it as so, at least at first. The climax of the film also serves as a point of anti-realism with Nina sprouting feathers directly from her flesh. While this is entirely anatomically unrealistic it does serve an ulterior motive, allowing the audience a window into her psyche. Therefore the anti-realism which is found in the movie is used to facilitate a bonding on an emotional level between Nina and the audience and enhances the empathy with which one might view her character.
   In all Black Swan is a masterpiece that draws in the viewer and holds the hostage for the duration of the film. The adeptness with which the director creates his characters is especially important as the way that we understand Nina and the way that we understand Lily enable the viewer to understand the meaning behind the film, that perfection is paid for dearly but is also worthy of reverence. The way in which the direct contrasts the realism depicted by Lily with the psychotic elements of Nina keep the viewer guessing what actions are real and which are imagined while at the same time showing the audience what is happening in Nina's transformation from a girl into a woman. The back-story provides even more evidence of the mental unsoundness in which Nina operates. But the shining moment of the entire film is in the climax with Nina giving her soul away to transform into the Black Swan and her breathless exclamation of her perfection allows the denouement to nearly outshine the rest of the film. Tying everything together though is the amazing sound track of orchestral music which sets the tone throughout the entire film and allows the viewer to feel as dark and depressed as the transforming Nina feels.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Tired (Poem)

Well here I am at 1:19 at night and I decided that it would be a grand idea to post an update. This time I figured some happier poetry was in order. This is a poem I wrote for my girlfriend to add a little more to her da. I hope you enjoy it. Like with all poetry feel free to use this under a creative commons.


If you have ever been camping then I think you might understand
The amazement in which I first held your hand
Imagine a fire that’s been put out by the rain
it has extinguished the warmth and light so arcane

But when you poke around inside the ashy mess
you find tucked inside an ember a la heart in chest
burning away without any thought of going out
yet think of how long it took you to find this fiery sprout

the rain itself had tried its best to put out this brand
but no matter the pain you've found someone to take your hand
what you once thought impossible has happened before your eyes
and believe it not its a beautiful person that doth arise

You've blown on my ember and rekindled its spirit
and I tremble when you say my name so that I can barely hear it
Maybe its that I’ve lit your flame anew
but just know that these kinds of things are quite seldom and few

The way you hold me when we lay side by side
fills me with joy that, its true, I struggle to quite hide
the way you run you fingers all throughout my hair
leaves me in another world yet still laying there

the way that this has happened is entirely a surprise
and to me it doesnt make sense, pure logic it does defy
The nights I spend with you grow that ember stronger
and I can tell that what we have should go on a great time longer

You know that I am not the richest man but I love to see you smile
and laugh and roll about when I’ve tickled you for a while
you really dont know how much good you've show a poor old heart like mine
and I look exceedingly forward to beautiful things we'll get in time

But enough about what I have felt let me show you what you are
to this poor old heart of mine that you've managed to set afire
With easy grace do you look upon me laying there
and fall on down beside me and stroke upon my hair

Your caress is gentle and appropriately so
from here to where does our joinéd journey go
Its such a wonder and such a delight
to have a wonderful you in my life

Sunday, November 6, 2011

A Pre-Occupation with Death (Poem)

Believe it or not, as a twenty-one year old college student, I have a strange fixation with death. I have come to realize at a young age that there is a road we must all wander down at a some point it time and that it is no use trying to escape it. I also, as a proper philosopher should, seem to look forward to death, much as Socrates did, as a release from the world of the physical to the world of the mental. Either way I thought that this week I would post a few poetical excepts from previously completed works. I hope you enjoy them. This one is titled Livin' Life on a Borrowed Dollar.


Sun shinin' on my face

No better place to be today

Not a cloud in the sky

Wakin' up ready to die



Live everyday as if its your last

don't worry now about anything in your past

move on and up in the world my friend

there no better way to live your life



You can do what ever you want

you can be the best person you know

you can laugh at the end of days

whats death got on you that you ain't got on yourself?



So live, laugh, love my friends

dance away until the mornin' ends

live this day like its your last

don't worry now about your past



Let the wind sweep you off your feet, yeah

let the waves pull you out, yeah

Death can come and he can go, yeah

leave us be and leave us whole, yeah



Dance, Fight, love, and die

you don't know whens your time

just forget about the past

and start livin' everyday like its your last



Let the sand run through your hands

like endless days that we once had

we raced on through them like they were nothin'

but that’s okay cuz in the end we can say



We drank, ran, kissed, and made

every single day worth more, than, the, one before it

We didn’t waste a minute of it

cant complain , we shared our lovin'



So look on over at lonely death there

give a buck tell him it'll get better

Share in his misery but don't sit there and wallow

Cuz down here in Florida there's still plenty of drinks to swallow!!



So don't wait, watch, or stand on the shore

get on out there savor each day you're here

Cuz next stops bust and we don't know when

you'll be the one beggin' a buck dude


So live, laugh, love my friends

dance away until the mornin' ends

live this day like its your last

don't worry now about your past