Swiss-made tale of uplifting dada weirdness, generally entertaining though occasionally too abstract for my liking. Hans Richter's work must've been a significant influence on Guy Maddin. I can now see that Maddin uses several of Richter's ideas as a foundation to which he adds more colour and a variety of effects.
Wes Anderson's films are known primarily as Wes Anderson films, which is not very surprising seeing as he has developed his very own style, consisting of symmetrical colorful photography/art direction infused with sweet sounding pop songs, a combination that it takes mere seconds to recognize as distinctly andersonsonian. When looking back it's clear though that it was Anderson and Owen Wilson as a pair that had something really special going in the late 90s and early 00s. It was their…
What begins as a classic fairy tale with rivalry between noble, overly sensitive ballerina and a free-spirited dancing partner, guilt-inducing mother and a character that resembles an evil queen with cruel intentions (Cassel's dirty minded instructor), derails via the more mature themes of personality disorder, sexuality and mutation, slowly and steadily into a beautifully controlled, complex mess. Neither Portman nor Aronofsky has ever been better.