MELANCHOLIA

This felt like poetry in slow motion. Every frame could hang in a gallery. And Annie… her stillness, her pain, it was as if the silence itself spoke.

It was slow but really beautiful. I didn’t fully get the story at first, but by the end I felt so sad and kind of uplifted at the same time.

This is the kind of film we need more of raw, honest, and without romanticizing depression. It faces pain with dignity.

A complex film. It seems very simple in form, but it’s so deep and delicate. The state of real depression is shown with such quiet precision, almost like a casual everyday thing. And what’s surprising is that the uplifting way out is just as simple and down-to-earth. Thank you

The visual language is stark and painterly. I was struck by how the muted palette echoed Annie’s inner desolation. a true homage to classical art and Tarkovskian stillness.