To watch a steamy, controversial lesbian sex scene, of course.
At least according to Natalie Portman in an interview with Entertainment Weekly (via Paste Magazine):
“Everyone was so worried about who was going to want to see this movie. I remember them being like, ‘How do you get guys to a ballet movie? How do you get girls to a thriller?’ And the answer is a lesbian scene.
Everyone wants to see that.”
Now I’m beginning to wonder if the sultry scene in question betwixt said actress and co-star Mila Kunis was Portman’s idea, not Aronofsky’s — who, despite being a bloody genius, is a bit of a voyeur (exhibit A being Requiem for a Dream, exhibit B being Black Swan). Aren’t some of the greats pervs anyway? See Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut for more sexually explicit details, please.
Still, considering that 70 percent of the film’s viewership on opening weekend were males, perhaps Portman’s assertion is a bit imbalanced. In lieu of the male id, as unnecessary as this scene may have allegedly been to some of the more conservative-minded, a majority of dudes (versus gals) watched a movie about an obsessive ballet dancer (grossing $8.9M on opening weekend) when they could have watched something more comprised of blockbuster CGI effects and bouncy tits. That says a lot about the male psyche’s fixation on lesbianic hyper-delusions and largely unrealistic femme-to-femme fantasies, which are perpetually stoked by, no doubt, the hardcore-cum-softcore porn industries.
Pornography aside, however, the subject of sexuality as depicted in film is a vast and gray tundra with no clear moral delineation. It’s mostly a case-by-case basis, and films like Black Swan tend to prove that.
Still, I’d venture to say the best reason to get “guys” and “girls” to come (pun intended) and see a psychosexual thriller that involves ballet as its central motif is good writing and surgically brilliant filmmaking — which is what truly makes this motion picture worth your time, folks. You can “bet your bottom dollar” on it.
For the rest of us daydreaming, KY-lubed perverts streaking wildly through the streets of our fair district (myself included), a good “old-fashioned” steamy lesbian scene (I’m thinking of you, David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive) is just icing on the cake.
Somebody queue Sébastien Tellier’s Sexuality on their iPhone, please. Suddenly, I’m in the mood for it.