Girls Gone Avian seems to be a theme this fall. First, we got the trailer for The Black Swan, which I think accurately communicates how completely and utterly horrifying it would be to start growing wings:
Next up? The decidedly less impressive-looking Passion Play, because there’s nothing creepy about Mickey Rourke going to see Megan Fox at a peep show and falling in love with her, right?
I do think it’s fascinating that in both of these movies, wings stand for something other than flight, or freedom. In the case of The Black Swan, they’re a manifestation — or if they aren’t actually real, though it sure looks like they are — of madness. In Passion Play, I’m guessing on limited information that they stand for purity. There’s something odd, and more than a little regressive, about this vestigality. What’s happened to soaring?