“No more happy endings,” joked Lars Von Trier, still smarting from the beating he took upon the release of Antichrist. Late in 2009, the director said he was planning a science-fiction film about the end of the world, fueling speculation that the new one would be a departure from the dark, junk-crushing epic that had earned him such scorn at Cannes. But now that Melancholia is here, it plays like an obvious companion piece to the earlier film. There are some tweaks, sure. Antichrist depicted a marriage racked by a woman’s guilt, while Melancholia features a wedding wrecked by a woman’s depressive disorder. But both films probe the nature of depression and the ways it can inspire people to withdraw, lash out, and sabotage their own chances at happiness.
I don’t know why it’s set to New Order’s “Age of Consent”, but I found a quick-and-dirty early promo trailer for a movie I had no idea was about to exist — Marie-Antoinette, directed by Sofia Coppola and starring (no, really!) Kirsten Dunst as Marie and Jason Schwartzman as Louis XVI. Best bit? Dunst gets naked.
Nobody’s naked in the trailer for Spike Lee’s Inside Man, but it looks like it could be good anyway.
Isn’t it nice that they’re making horror movies again? Having thoroughly enjoyed Cabin Fever, I’m looking forward to Hostel, even though Lion’s Gate seems to be promoting it as some kind of Saw wannabe.
Animated GIFs as 3D photos. I love this shit.
Something to make every multiplex screening better: Coca-Cola Blāk is an invigorating and stimulating blend that has a perfect balance of the effervescent taste sensation of Coca-Cola and natural flavors, with real coffee. Take that, Pepsi bitches.