![Put it next to last year’s “Black Swan,” for instance, which had the clear advantage of a meaty plot, flapping wings, and gooseflesh-raising sex, and it is the Wenders [film], oddly, that feels like the more mature and deep-delving enterprise, reducing the Aronofsky, for all its gusto, to an adolescent psychotrip. Natalie Portman threw and flew herself into the role, but even a short spell in the company of Bausch’s ghost was enough to remind us that, in dance—as in golf, cake-baking, and nighttime commando raids—there really is no substitute for a pro.
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Put it next to last year’s “Black Swan,” for instance, which had the clear advantage of a meaty plot, flapping wings, and gooseflesh-raising sex, and it is the Wenders [film], oddly, that feels like the more mature and deep-delving enterprise, reducing the Aronofsky, for all its gusto, to an adolescent psychotrip. Natalie Portman threw and flew herself into the role, but even a short spell in the company of Bausch’s ghost was enough to remind us that, in dance—as in golf, cake-baking, and nighttime commando raids—there really is no substitute for a pro.
