I have no problem with these psychological thrillers with their weird imagery and WTF moments. I am completely prepared to suspend my disbelief as Natalie Portman sprouts feathers and murders her own doppelganger.
But there is a line. And that line is Winona Ryder repeatedly stabbing herself in the face with nail file whilst screaming “I’M NOTHING!” When things get that weird, it’s hard not to find it funny and I don’t think laugh out loud was really what Aronofsky was going for. I probably would have liked it more if it hadn’t tried to take itself so seriously because it is a very well made film. But it is also, in my mother’s words, “jumpy, lesbiany and stabby”.
It also features far more Natalie Portman sex faces that I think anyone ever asked to see.