.I find it the hardest to write about the things that move me the most. Like Melancholia. Of which I really want to write, like a bible or two. For the time being though, I can't.
Except for The Kingdom II I haven't been a von Trier fan, though I've always appreciated that he's there, making an exquisite fleshy mess. Watching movies I break down easily, and after Breaking the Waves and Dancer in the Dark I temporarily lost all will to live. Movies sometimes give me mini depressions that last for like an hour or two. So stupidly I've some to realize that unless I want to deal with that, I have to monitor what I watch. Antichrist I've so far decided to avoid because of the sexual violence. Melancholia I was pensive about, but I couldn't resist it.
So, Melancholia. I'll give you my review in four sentences:
I didn't know depression could be this devastatingly beautiful. The destruction of the world - oh yes. Melancholia is one of those films that I wish I hadn't watched so I could watch it again for the first time. I won't compare it to no other (at least not within this post)..