+100%- Print This Post
July 5, 2022 | Rome, Italy

Melancholia

By | 2018-03-21T18:47:26+01:00 January 4th, 2012|Reviews|

3.5

Date: 2011

Director: Lars von Trier

Starring: Kirsten Dunst, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Charlotte Rampling, John Hurt, Stellan Skarsgård, Udo Kier, Kiefer Sutherland

Living with chronic anxiety or paralytic depression can seem like the end of the world for the wounded. Intrigued by the connection, director Lars von Trier sickens two sisters and introduces a more sumptuously literal end of days. After Wagnerian thunder and ominously doctored NASA footage, the story opens to Justine (Kirsten Dunst), who is introduced at her lavish wedding reception hosted on the old-money estate of staid brother-in-law John (a stilted Kiefer Sutherland) and nervous sister Claire (Charlotte Gainsbourg). Present amid the often-rude revelers are Justine’s Cruella mother Gaby (Charlotte Rampling), eccentric father Dexter (John Hurt), and employer Jack, a vicious PR company boss (LVT standby Stellen Skarsgård).

Justine is a walking fetal position dolled up for a wedding that can’t dislodge her from schizophrenic ennui. Her depression, the film’s part 1, allows von Trier to aim his cannons at the hypocrisy of ceremony (Justine feels nothing; her mother despises marriage) and the hatefulness of the urban workplace (she justly reviles her boss). Justine’s ample shortcomings established, her end-of-the-world omniscience with it, VT turns his attention to Claire, a horsy-set panic attack in waiting (she’s sculpted and dressed in the image of 1970s Patti Smith as photographed by Robert Mapplethorpe).

News that the “hidden” planet Melancholia, once ensconced behind the sun, will soon pass near to Earth, triggers Clare’s low-boil frenzy, which seer Juliet already dismisses as futile (“The Earth is evil. No one will miss it…”). Rational John spends most of part 2 calming Claire down and attempting to reassure their curious son: The giant planet, he insists, is just on a fly-by.

Nonsense, since so much Wagner in von Trier’s busy hands is a big bang in the making. The passage of time becomes a kind of opulent romanticism with sadness and madness feeding on intimations of doom. Melancholia, both planet and mood, infects the sisters Solaris-like, and the film’s last 15 minutes are palpably unsettling.

In some respects, the film is a strange art house version of 1990s disaster flicks such as “Armageddon” and “Deep Impact,” both of which took up celestial collisions. But what LVT delivers in girth (an intellectually rapturous mood) he fritters away through repetition. Though Dunst fierce stare gives oppression ironic beauty and Claire’s ashen face speaks for biblical hopelessness, the gorgeously engineered endgame matters more than the troubled people it incinerates.

About the Author:

A military brat, Marcia Yarrow was born in Hamburg, Germany but grew up in Germany, Spain, and Provo, Utah. She's been writing for the magazine since its creation in 2004.

Share This

Share this post with your friends!