1:50pm, 23rd and 7th Avenue: On our way to see
Black Swan, we walked by Frank Whaley, looking happy as a clam and holding hands with two lively yapping kids (I assume, his). Such a bucolic scene before our descent into ballerina hell.
My purpose for seeing
Black Swan was to love Natalie Portman because Julia does. I had to get over my inexplicable
envy hatred of NP (everyone thinks she's so AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL and I don't get it). Mission accomplished! I love Natalie now and her black swan scene made me shake with pleasure and fear.
Black Swan is a magnificent panic attack. Darren Aronofsky makes dark effed up movies but they are a cut above the rest. Poor TG is traumatized.
SAG Awards tonight.
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