…and I am so incredibly disturbed. Maybe it’s because I used to be a dancer. Or that I am so close to being crazy everything they depicted was too close to home. Everything that happened in that movie was so disturbingly real and straight-on to things that have happened in my life (no, I wasn’t the prima ballerina, I’m talking about the other things) that it made me freak out big time.

As I watched everything unfold, it felt as though they had made this to personally speak to me. I know that’s ridiculous, but what I mean is that it feels like it was made to speak to those out there with mental disabilities such as eating disorders and dealing with the psychologically unreal, whether it be through something such as schizophrenia or a psychotic break, and even self injury, and the angry, paranoid protective force these illnesses and disorders can have over someone.

For someone who has dealt with too much already this is just another breaking point. It freaked me out beyond compare. I watched all the Saw movies without batting an eyelash, was put to sleep watching the Friday the 13th Movies, yawned through Nightmare on Elm Street (and the remakes), and breezed through the Rite and literally laughed at Paranormal Activity 1 and 2. But this movie about ballet somehow has me checking under my bed and second-guessing my own sanity, it was that creepy to me.

I know that’s weird to most people.

So for all you normal people out there who didn’t understand my review, it was super freaky and I would never have seen it in the first place if I could turn back time.