Two sisters. The first one suffers from depression and is getting married in the first part of the movie. The second one suffers from anxiety, which in the second part of the movie is made worse by news of the impending passage of a planet near Earth.
Trier has a good idea for each and every movie he has ever made, and manages to blow it in each and every one of them (I haven't seen The Kingdom or Epidemic, so count them out of that statement; it's probably well to count Europa out too, just in case). Succinctly put, the big idea here is to explore melancholy (or depression, as it is called nowadays) as a transcendental concept, which lives inside of Justine, and which Claire manages to keep outside her, only to see it embodied as a gigantic celestial body spelling doom. Justine is naturally immune to it, in psychological terms, which is what counts. Like its predecessor Antichrist, it seems to mark a bergmanesque phase in Trier's career (Melancholia has points of contact with Persona, perhaps). But, unlike in Bergman's films, here it all turns into poor cinema. And for (Anti)christ's sake, someone buy this guy a tripod.
Rating: 39
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