Natalie Portman is an absolutely exquisite Odette–demure, continually, intrusively obsessed with perfection.
The film’s narrative features Vincent Cassel pushing her to sensualist peaks (what a total DREAMBOAT) , urging her inner Odile to finally! manifest herself.
It’s brilliant. The best part? (Aside for the crazy MDMA-ed sex scene with Mila Kunis) THE COSTUMES! How could the Mulleavy sisters not get involved with this project? Collection after tremendous collection we’ve seen Rodarte galvanized by cthonic lore. It’s perfect.
Have I ever loved a sketch so much? I feel like the amazed 80s babies after that A-Ha video premiered and their eyes pos-i-tively SPARKLED as those sketches came to life. Seriously. I do.