The images below might suggest so. And yes, it is a one-woman show, so please keep your characters straight!
Do also note that I have not seen the film, so the dramatic confrontation to follow is not intended to be a spoiler in terms of plot. Though it may spoil the film in other ways.
I want to dance the Black Swan!
No; you cannot dance the Black Swan because you are all technique and no emotion! I will dance the Black Swan!
I am SO emotional! Look how my feathers are ruffling!
Bah--those are tiny ruffles. Look how I can ROCK a tiny tutu!!!
I am all unrestrained come-hither danger!
Ohhh! My tutu may be long but just look how I can unleash my ruffly fury!!
Kid, you're making me uptight. Beat it. I am the Black Swan. And take your ugly duckling mother with you.
I am not an ugly duckling. I am the Firebird, the Greatest Failed Ballerina in the World!
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But still: when one is tutu chilly, Moncler remains my fantasy choice of a winter jacket.