“The earth is evil. We don’t need to grieve for it. Nobody will miss it.” A masterpiece, a miserable, miserable masterpiece.
It’s been two years since I unknowingly ventured into the cinematic hell that was called Antichrist and I don’t think I’ve recovered from that experience yet. I’m still not able to look at a block of wood without breaking into a cold sweat. Thankfully, I guess, Von Trier’s Melancholia is just mental torture. The opening scene is magnificent, it’s so incredibly beautifully created that it would rival Werckmeister Harmonies’ opening scene in accomplishment. It’s a very beautiful movie from start to finish in truth, and it needs to be, the subject nature and script is so painfully depressing that one needs the distraction. I can’t think of a movie that’s ever left me feeling quite so empty inside. It’s really something. While Von Trier’s direction is essential to the film’s fascination it’s Kirsten Dunst’s performance that gives us a wonderfully controlled and convincing view of Justine’s depression. It’s painful to watch, but it never becomes unbearable or cliché. It’s hard to summarise a movie like this when it’s so powerful and affecting, it really needs to be seen to be understood. Be warned though, there’s not an ounce of fun to be had.
Marks out of ten – Nine