“Far from subcultural, it’s a high-profile movie that strains for respectability, a barefaced Oscar grab. Despite some diva catfights and lesbian sex, there’s not a queer bone in its body: Its derisive view of female ambition, its crude linking of art and madness, and the leering frenzy of its girl-on-girl fantasies are as familiar and banal – as straight – as can be. … If Black Swan barely resembles camp as many of Sontag’s ‘notes’ would have it, is it then … anti-camp? Post-camp? Failed camp?”