Darren Aronofsky’s The Whale is an intriguing encounter of the final moments one desolate soul, Charlie, makes on a path riddled with mistakes, a journey all of us know. Having abandoned his now 17-year-old daughter ten years ago, he is in search for redemption as a parent whilst battling with two major struggles—his declining health, as well as the guilt which lingers as a result of abandoning his family.
The film’s opening title scrawls the word “Mother’” across the screen, the “!” added as an afterthought. The script is handwritten, scrappy and artistic, the accompanying sound effect, sharp and abrasive. If such a perfect microcosm ever presented itself so early in another film, I can’t think of it. Aronofsky’s latest film addresses themes that Read More