Thursday, November 17, 2011
Since my house has been a decidedly liminal space, I've been watching films a lot. Yesterday N and I saw Melancholia. The four humors: Dunst as Justine (of course) the melancholic; Gainsbourg as Claire the uneasy choleric. Lilies of the Valley everywhere - with their death, poison, Christian undertones - and funerary paper whites and dark greens. Lanterns escaping into night sky. Feelings of love that leads nowhere. Feelings of futility. The slow, slow motion. The exhaustion. The panic, then finally the biggest thing of all.