Kirsten Dunst in "Melancholia" |
Here’s a different kind of apocalyptic disaster movie
that doesn’t involve rocket trips into space, heroic astronauts, or the last
minute saving of mankind. In “Melancholia”—a subtle, contemplative and visually
striking existentialist drama written and directed by Lars von Trier—a rogue
planet has infringed on our solar system and is hurtling towards Earth,
spelling doom if it crashes. Scientists try to quell fears by insisting it will
be a near-miss, but online articles with portentous headlines promise panic.
Meanwhile, life goes on for two sisters, mercurial Justine
(Kirsten Dunst) and older, levelheaded but apprehensive Claire (Charlotte
Gainsbourg). As the film opens, Justine’s wedding is taking place at the
sprawling, seaside castle owned by Claire’s ridiculously rich husband, John
(Kiefer Sutherland). The mood grows somber, however, as the bride wrestles with
a combination of deep depression and dread, slipping off to roam the grounds
and look at the stars.
Justine’s odd malaise seems tied to the approaching
cosmic upheaval, as if to suggest the disintegration of life and all
possibility of happiness. Consequently, her marriage ends before it begins, eerie
shadows around the mansion grow long, and sadness becomes omnipresent. While
Justine remains at the house, the second part of “Melancholia” focuses on
Claire and John, as they examine their own marriage while pondering the threatening
alignment of the planets.
If this were a big budget commercial movie in the hands
of a lesser filmmaker, “Melancholia” would likely devolve into a loud,
hysterical special effects machine. Instead, von Trier’s film considers the end
of days with a mix of sadness and resignation that’s as close to poetry and truth
as you might find. And though it’s more about people than action, there’s a
haunting beauty in the way the invading planet (eponymously called Melancholia)
casts an icy blue hue juxtaposed in the night sky with the moon.
Overlong and sometimes meandering, the movie isn’t
perfect but is challenging and the ideas and emotions behind it remain
thoughtful and believable. “Melancholia” is an effective second chapter in von
Trier’s unofficial Depression Trilogy, and its solemn atmosphere is justifiably
filled with anxiety and unease. The bleak ending seems to suggest that the
heavens are there largely to mock us.
After all, in a universe so vast, the sum of humankind’s
hopes, triumphs, dreams and fears can’t really amount to much.
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