Melancholia.

Some people call it a masterpiece, and I’m pretty sure I agree. I was physically hurting during the whole film, but in the best way possible. It was so fascinating in the psychological aspect, beautifully showing how the human mind copes with certain situations. It was breathtaking in the visual aspect, depicting scenes, themes and symbolism in a way that merges painting and video – two art forms that can look forced and unnatural together, but here feel organic and very necessary for the overall vision. The same is to be said of the music, the use of classical compositions by Wagner added an epic feel, something that is needed for a movie that treats this big of a theme – anything less dramatic would have ruined it.

And lastly, the emotional aspect – completely heartbreaking.In the opening scene, we are shown how Earth is swallowed by this unknown blue planet, and during the whole film, we get to follow two sisters in the events leading up to the apocalypse. Before watching the movie, I thought I had an idea of how it would be carried out –  I was wrong. So very wrong. It was all set up in a way that, after the final scene, left me shivering with tears streaming down my face. We are alone on this planet. The universe is close to infinite, and there may be life outside of our atmosphere, but when it comes down to it, this, and only this, is our world. And imagine if it all turned to nothing – there would be nowhere to hide. No way to escape it. No way to save yourself. Everything would be gone, and no one would be around to miss it. And even though the apocalypse usually seems so incomprehensible, this film made it feel very real. For two hours, I actually believed that the world was ending. And how would you cope with that? You wouldn’t. Not really. But that doesn’t matter. Because you’d be gone anyway.

Kirsten Dunst as Justine, Cameron Spurr as Leo, and Charlotte Gainsbourg as Claire in Melancholia (2011)

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…uhm…so…yeah.

Yo yo yiggidy-yo,

I’m just sneaking in a little blogging in the middle of studying. That’s going to be happening a lot now that I’m supposed to fill my time with more important things, although that is debatable, than surfing the interwebs. Anyways, so I had another one of those WTF-worthy dreams last night, and I thought I’d document it. I should probably make a “dream” category, since it seems to be a subject of importance. At least, to me. Okay, so here’s the dream.

I’m in this cubical room that’s entirely gray. The whole room is bare, except for the exceptionally old computer that I’m sitting in front of. I’m reading a book about the bird-apocalypse online, and suddenly, I’m inside of the book.

For some reason, I know that I have entered at a time before the actual apocalypse. I calmly walk into an empty storage room, but as soon as I’m inside, the door closes with a loud bang. I’m startled and start panicking. I frantically wiggle the doorknob, but the door is locked. I stand in the room, waiting for the apocalypse to happen, because apparently, I know when that is.

After a while, I know it’s over, and subsequently, I know that the door is unlocked. I go outside and people are running everywhere. I see families running to their cars and driving away, fleeing from something. I see hobos in corners, writing something on a billboards with blue paint. The hobos all have a blank stare and don’t look at the paper as they’re writing. I catch sight of a huge sign on a tall building, that says: “We will fly high.”

As I look up to the sky, I see that it’s nearly blackened by a huge horde of birds, some beelining towards the ground to attack the people. I instantly decide that I have to find a way out of the book, and the way to do that is to get in touch with reality – I need to remember sitting in front of that computer, reading the book.

For some reason, I can’t do this, and I start getting frustrated. That’s when Jacob Black walks past me, he has a determined stare and, obviously, a certain goal. Apparently, we have something (romantically?) together, because I shout his name, trying to get his attention. He continues walking. Then I realize that I just need to say it as it is (whatever it is), and in a matter-of-fact tone, I say: “I need you to kiss me.” He stops and comes to me. We kiss. A lot. With tongue. After that I kiss him on the cheek as a silent thanks and tell him to be careful. He bitterly says “It’s all his fault.” (whoever he is), and reluctantly promises to hurry back. Then a light flashes before my eyes and…I wake up.

Okay, this is another dream I don’t know what to say to. It’s obviously inspired, if I can even call it that, by some book I read about on Wikipedia that’s about the apocalypse, by Eclipse, and by a bunch of other stuff I can’t think of. On the up-side, I got to first base. Which has never happened before in a dream. Or rather, has never happened before period. I have strange dreams when I’m ill. Alright, I have strange dreams period.