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I’ll have more to say on this beautiful, disturbing and bleakly funny film another time. For now it must suffice to christen Darren Aronofsky as officially the best filmmaker working today, and to fully absolve Natalie Portman for her sins in the Star Wars prequels.

Unlike that douchey sociopath in the Bible, who is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction, I am both a benevolent and forgiving deity.

(As a side note, is it silly that I felt a blush of cultural superiority upon the realization that this is Portman’s second film that draws heavily on the works of Tchaikovsky (V for Vendetta is the other)?

Don’t answer that.)