In a nutshell, one can say it’s an example of the inverse of art imitating life. Vaguely reminiscent of “Fight Club”. It’s like its feminine version. The big difference was the alter ego. It was never meant to be a surprise/twist. Rather, the lead is slowly being consumed by its alter ego in order to satisfy the need to be perfect on the grand day of opening.

It was good all throughout but it was dull when scenes with suspense are not featured. The mystery is built well, and Aronofsky is commendable in that he did not try to explain the mystery but he let it hang over the air for the viewers to make sense of it. And it was not hard to follow, sure there were wtf scenes, but I think it was never over the top, ample amount was used just to give that sense of lurking darkness that might envelope the character anytime.