Ian M

A painfully pretentious bit of euro art twaddle. It consists of rich people being depressed and angry with another for two hours 15 minutes of gorgeously filmed tedium. By the time Melancholia strikes earth, ending all life, you are cheering for it to get a move on. (And, yes, I get this is all a metaphor and that the movie is about depression — or melancholia, as our Victorian forebears termed it. Doesn’t make the movie any less boring.)