THE TELEGRAPH REVIEW CALLES MELANCHOLIA A MESMERIZING, VISUALLY GORGEOUS AND MOVING FILM

By Sukhdev Sandhu / THE TELEGRAPH

18-05-2011

 


Rating: ★★★★★

For a filmmaker often labelled a showman or

ringmaster, Lars Von Trier has a peculiar approach to talking up his

work. Ahead of this morning´s Competition premiere of Melancholia, which

at times comes close to being a tragi-comic opera about the end of the

world, he declared: “I may have made a film I don´t like.” Why? Because,

he added, “This film is perilously close to the aesthetic of American

mainstream films.”

Really? Only in the

happily perverse head of the director of Breaking The Waves and the 2000

Palme d´Or-winning Dancer In the Dark, could Melancholia be seen as

safe or traditional. It takes a baffling, almost bone-headed premise,

the stuff of schlocky genre movies, and from it creates a mesmerizing,

visually gorgeous and often-moving alloy of family drama, philosophical

meditation and anti-golfing tract.

It begins, a la The Tree Of

Life, with a succession of striking, sometimes cosmological images -

extreme slow-motion of birds falling from the sky as Kirsten Dunst,

wearing a bridal dress, gazes impassively at the camera; a horse tumbles

to ground; a small planet drifts inexorably towards earth before

crashing into it. Very soon this visual pageantry gives way to the

handheld, intimate style that characterizes most of the film.

Dunst

is Justine, an advertising copywriter who´s about to get married (to a

sweet, but rather out-of-his depth chap played Alexander Skarsgard) at a

remote and lavish castle. The wedding has been organized by her sister

Claire (Charlotte Gainsbourg) and brother-in-law (Kiefer Sutherland),

but quickly slides into a Festen-style nearest-and-dearest disaster:

Justine´s parents (John Hurt, obsessed with women called Betty, and a

deliciously citric Charlotte Rampling) don´t get on; her arrogant boss

(Stellan Skarsgard) is trying to conduct business; she herself, when

she´s not crying or holding up proceedings by taking leisurely baths,

has sex with a stranger on the estate´s golf course.

Justine

suffers from depression, almost a pathetic fallacy seeing that a planet

called Melancholia is heading for a collision course with Earth within

days. The film, split into two sections, contrasts the two sisters:

Justine, troubled, but with a darker vision of existence that seems not

only to chime with Von Trier´s, but to better prepare her for the

onrushing calamity than Claire´s more rational, almost bourgeois

perspective.