Black Swan is mesmerizing, chilling, creepy-crawly uncomfortable and a guilty pleasure -- all I imagined it to be. It's full of double meanings open to interpretation, making it a literature nerd's dream. It is a feast for the eyes and the ears and made me feel crazy for about two hours afterwards.
But no movie this year got under my skin like Blue Valentine.
Its non-linear timeline, vignettes, cinematography and music are everything I love in a film. I was sitting there entranced, literally thinking wonderingly to myself, "This is my kind of movie."
But then it became too honest about love, too hard. Too many disconcerting moments made me actually debate whether I should remove it from my mental favorites. And then, of course, there was the fact that it broke my heart.
Emotionally frank and exquisitely beautiful, Blue Valentine is a unique microcosm that drew me in. But I'm left devastated and raw, wondering what to do and think about my own life. And as much as I loved it, could I bear the pain of watching it again?