The Red Shoes

The pinnacle of a genre neither Pat nor I have ever really been aware existed. Well, I suppose Black Swan also counts as a ballet movie.  Darren Aronofsky certainly owes quite a bit to Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger (who credit themselves as The Archers) and their hallucinatory, layered 1948 adaptation of the Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale The Red Shoes.

The film is intense and gorgeous, fantastic and tragic. Pat didn't really like it.