What do I care, when melancholia shatters the earth? Fear has given up on me, Angst, from which I drew for many years, you too …. What shocks me about the second film evening with Lars von Trier's Melancholia is the recurring motif of the huge planet Melancholia, while the intro to Wagner's Tristan und Isolde waves steadily toward its climax … this picture, I mean, dieser Planet Melancholia, the whole sky, fills the entire image width of the camera, as he gets closer and closer ….
…. Justine, itself filled with the negativity of depression, holds Claire and her child by the hands. They are in the magic cave, under loose wooden poles, Melancholia will hit within minutes, but Justine, in the last half hour before the end of the earth and of human life, expressed the idea of a magic cave to the frightened child. A few branches leaning against each other can't even protect against hail, but that's not what it's about. It's about, that at the moment of Earth's collapse, Justine experiences her own resurrection from the bondage of her shattering depression …..
… the power of their negativity becomes a power of life, Justine (played by an incredibly impressive Kirsten Dunst), cannot collapse now and becomes the only support for a desperate Claire, the life, the earth, the child, the positivity and finally the fear (related to positivity), can't give up ….
… Charlotte Gainsbourg's facial expression a few minutes before the end is heartbreaking, Melancholia casts a bright light on the earth, some kind of headlight, Melancholia rumbles through the atmosphere in a dull tone, louder and louder, more and more menacing ….
this movie is so great, because it shows the limits of death denial, and the power of the other, the negativity emerges, without which the world would be suffocating ….. however, more and more it is …. but not, because the disasters would come out of a negativity or a pessimism, but because of this terrible hunger for more – and what is that but positivity, so much of it, that death and all heaviness, as a necessary antithesis to positivity, must be pressed …. and thereby the true death instinct has free rein.
… The death and the heavy in Melancholia is not death as in any other horror film, it is not a human death drive, there is something pure and beautiful about him, but also incomprehensible, and, something incredibly painful …. he brings the apocalypse.
But fear of annihilation, No, I didn't feel it, while Melancholia drew closer and closer together with Wagner's composition of salvation, the well-tempered first part. However, I have felt such loneliness, such a loss …. Not, because melancholia hits the earth …. rather, because I had to think about it, like this impact of the giant planet into the earth, this obliteration, what the end of a love is like…..
… that this sight of melancholia, along with the unbearably beautiful Wagnerian intro of Tristan und Isolde, all relationships, which one had during one's lifetime as one wipes out and makes forgotten during one's lifetime, so, like we never loved each other, he and I, and that one and me …. as if it were all millions of light years away in light of the universal event …
… and this made me howl bloody watering buckets again!!!!!
… Not, that the earth will break apart in one fell swoop, when melancholy strikes, shook me, but only the loneliness, which intensified this good-natured approach of melancholia in me, this feeling, having to give up in isolation ……
My life is too small and short, to be shit.
But love, when you experience them, must collide with melancholia, love, when you experience them, one does not want to give up in exchange for the gigantic, large, glorious nothingness!!! The earth can shatter, always, but not, when you are devoted to someone with all your heart. Not when love happens to you!
Justine was completely alone in her depression, separately, almost cancelled. She didn't have to let go of anything or anyone, because the cruelty of a depression cuts you off from everything and everyone temporarily or forever.
It is hard to explain, but who knows depression, understands every gesture, the dull extinguished non-belonging, in which Justine lives and with which she wards off all well-intentioned advice from those around her
… it is a form of life, to be depressed, and, for sure, but it alienates the non-depressed … Justine's audacity is incomprehensible to the sane Claire, her apparent coldness, which actually contains a pumping chrysalised warmth …(also there, fantastically performed by Kirsten Dunst, which I already found diabolically good in The Virgin Suicides).