I am incredibly pleased that I did not make my mom sit through Black Swan with me over the weekend. I just finished watching it by myself, up in my room, and didn't enjoy it much at all. The crazy, sure, but the psychological ick factor, with the blood and the feathers and the stabbing, was yuck. I can see where ... visually ... it was considered a stunning movie, and how performance-wise, it was incredibly compelling, but as for the personal entertainment scale in my head, it was lacking. I should have watched Fair Game, but then I'd be watching Black Swan tomorrow night. So, I guess I'm glad I got through it tonight, and now it's not hanging out anymore ... except for on my psyche!