Feeling the need for some artistic stimulation that movie making can provide I scanned the recent releases of the redbox, before wheeling my way through the exit at Harris Teeter.
I had a choice between two, The Descendants with Dreamy Clooney and Melancholia with Kirsten Dunst and equally dreamy vampire Eric Skarsgard.
It took a minute to choose with all that dreaminess, but I settled on Melancholia. Nevermind the men, Kirsten Dunst is always exquisite.
I wish I had the words to describe the movie, but I don’t.
Did I love it? Oh, yes!
Is it for everyone? No. No, it’s not.
To help you decide if the movie might be for you, here and here are two great (yet different) reviews.
What I can say this morning after sleeping on it is that I now have another take my breath away film with imagery will live in my subconscious for life.
Melancholia has earned its place on my list next to Black Snake Moan (2006) and American Beauty (1999).
Fabulous films that stick.
The meringue of the detachable sleeve (wedding bolero?). I die. As the film progresses she looses the sleeves, rips the dress, the hair becomes disheveled, but the veil remains long after the rest are discarded.
Opening scene imagery; computer generated and fantastical!
The famous rose image from American Beauty. A lot of jokes were made about the roses (and the flying plastic bag), but the imagery helped solidify the weightiness of the story.
Screenshot from Black Snake Moan. The scene where Christina Ricci twists herself in her chain to feel safe resonates with me still. Sometimes at bedtime (after a tough day) when I’m resting between the girls, I’ll squeeze my foot down hard in the space between their pushed together beds and I always think of this film. There’s comfort in being held, even if it’s coming from an object and that object has hold of your foot.
Alexander Skarsgard. He makes it hard to stay Team Bill.
Clooney in The Descendants. Next on the rental list.