Okay, so as soon as I hear the name Darren Aronofsky, I begin to gush.
If you’re not familiar with him, he wrote and directed Pi and Requiem for a Dream (well, co-wrote, with one of the greatest authors ever), and The Fountain. Oh, also, he turned down the opportunity to direct Batman Begins, and he’s directing the American version of Lone Wolf and Cub. Oh, and also in addition to that, he’s dating Rachel Weisz, HOTTEST JEW EVER. But I digress. He’s an amazing director; Pi was a really good study on the perils of intellectual, financial, and religious greed; The Fountainis about love, death, and Uruguayan mythology, and Requiem for a Dream is 102 minutes of being punched in the stomach. Also, there’s some drug addicts in there.
His movies are dark, and lush, and beautiful.
A couple of days ago, my special lady and I went to see his new movie, The Wrestler. And holy crap, that might just be his best work so far. I don’t want to get too spoilery, but it’s at heart about what happens after you’ve reached your peak; as I told Erin, it’s sort of a wrestling version of Dune Messiah. It’s heartbreaking, and touching, and leaves you walking out of the theatre wanting to go back in and see it again.
Anyway, I’m gushing.
Go see it.