The only thing you need to read about Lars von Trier’s Melancholia is Kim Morgan’s incredible essay. I first saw this film at the NYFF in 2011, and have seen it 5 or 6 times since. It won’t let me go, and some of its images have actually been incorporated into my own psyche. I have felt the grey yarn clinging to my legs, holding me back. I have felt that there was something “out there” working ON me, affecting me, like a hidden planet. And the beauty of succumbing to it, like lying naked at night underneath the moon. Madness, yes, but those who know the pull will understand that image intuitively. Melancholy manifest. That is not what it looks like, perhaps, to the naked eye, but that is what it feels like. (I suppose this post is related.) My own review here, but Kim sums it all up so powerfully, I wouldn’t want you to miss her piece. I hadn’t linked to it when it first came out because it was December, and life was crazy at that time. Please check out her insightful thought-provoking words.