I’m still reeling the feelings I had during this film. Maybe it isn’t for everyone, but it is for me.
I went into it completely blind, not really thinking this was going to be about complete and utter loss, sorrow and pain. I thought it was about a journey of self-discovery…and maybe it is.
Vicky Krieps is masterful here, she displays a character fully complex and human, a broken puzzle that simply gets better as it progresses. Melancholia is ever-consuming on its own, and being able to portray more than one emotion during it, is a tremendous skill.
During the first few minutes I felt I was going to see a mother happy that even without her, her family could still move forward and fulfill the dreams she had for them.
But when the movie sweeps the comfy and idyllic rug under us and reality for us as viewers and she slowly comes to grips with it, you can’t help but become her. Hoping the spring comes and that the three of them come walking down that hill to hug her.
I completely lost it when the rescuers come and she bolts towards the hill, only to see three bodies. The despair and sadness on Vicky was absolute heart-shattering.
This film effectively portrays what torture it is to find out if a loved one has been in an accident or goes missing and if they’re ok feels like.
You feel every hair pin drop, you see visions of them and wonder, and just keep wondering why you weren’t with them…why it wasn’t just you instead.
It ends in acceptance, which hurts so much but it is what life is.
The cinematography was wonderful, the characterizations were great and the movie pacing was encroaching and tugging towards your throat as it keep going. The score, god the score was powerful.
I enjoyed it throughly but it was so depressing and it reminded me how so ill equipped we truly are for loss. Loss breaks us, loss tears us apart, loss shatters every minuscule shred of hope we have.
I sometimes think loss is what makes us human, rather than hope. What a masterful film. Thank you, Matthieu Amalric.
I’m still reeling the feelings I had during this film. Maybe it isn’t for everyone, but it is for me.
I went into it completely blind, not really thinking this was going to be about complete and utter loss, sorrow and pain. I thought it was about a journey of self-discovery…and maybe it is.
Vicky Krieps is masterful here, she displays a character fully complex and human, a broken puzzle that simply gets better as it progresses. Melancholia is ever-consuming on its own, and being able to portray more than one emotion during it, is a tremendous skill.
During the first few minutes I felt I was going to see a mother happy that even without her, her family could still move forward and fulfill the dreams she had for them.
But when the movie sweeps the comfy and idyllic rug under us and reality for us as viewers and she slowly comes to grips with it, you can’t help but become her. Hoping the spring comes and that the three of them come walking down that hill to hug her.
I completely lost it when the rescuers come and she bolts towards the hill, only to see three bodies. The despair and sadness on Vicky was absolute heart-shattering.
This film effectively portrays what torture it is to find out if a loved one has been in an accident or goes missing and if they’re ok feels like.
You feel every hair pin drop, you see visions of them and wonder, and just keep wondering why you weren’t with them…why it wasn’t just you instead.
It ends in acceptance, which hurts so much but it is what life is.
The cinematography was wonderful, the characterizations were great and the movie pacing was encroaching and tugging towards your throat as it keep going. The score, god the score was powerful.
I enjoyed it throughly but it was so depressing and it reminded me how so ill equipped we truly are for loss. Loss breaks us, loss tears us apart, loss shatters every minuscule shred of hope we have.
I sometimes think loss is what makes us human, rather than hope. What a masterful film. Thank you, Matthieu Amalric.
