"Says Lodge:
Portman has never been so cannily cast, nor so cunningly exposed, on screen ... [L]ong a lissome, delicate screen presence, she has sometimes struggled with conveying intensity or purposefulness. Here, the role cleverly forces the actress into her most pinched, peaky mannerisms — even her little-girl voice is piched an octave higher than usual — only to undercut them as the character gradually loses her self-awareness; the resulting performance is as dangerous, and oddly touching, as Portman has ever allowed herself to be."
I liked it when the Vulture was more snarky, less respectful (or at least neutral), of the hype this movie was receiving, which has now gone into overdrive. Oh dear...
Don't get me wrong: I love Natalie Portman (one of the few women I would, on sight, propose marriage to) and I even think she's a talented actress, though a little too much the hipster naif, but I am sorry: one must draw the line somewhere. Throw me in with the prudish Academy voters who will nominate but not, finally, award.
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