Reservations and City Lights

The credits roll with Images and the chanting of traditional native americans. Than were taken straight into the heart of the exiles.

The exiles takes place in Los Angeles during the 1950's. It follows a group of young native americans living in the city outside the reservations. We start on a young girl at the market, she begins to think to herself, stream of conciseness, much like malick's days of heaven. The narration isn't elegant, were literally hearing these people think. Its honest even as they sit at a table and pound beers, its honest when you see this young lady sit in the theater alone, as she thinks how she had gotten her, she thinks about her child, how she thought that would make him happy because he likes children. As he waits for a fight to break at the bar. One character drinks to the point of insanity, and he tells you why he's so fucked up. Because he wants to. and thats that. There no elegant and wordy explanation for their wild nights.

The film ends with a string of the young native americans you meet throughout gathering on a hill and shouting wildly till the morning light. Dancing and chanting. And its here were brought back to the way things used to be for them, to their roots. Its very much a traditional ceremony of the young and fucked up ones, the unleashed beast who choose not to stay on the reservation. soaking up all of the place they wandered into.

The exiles is a beautiful social commentary and case study, one that ends with them walking down the streets stumbling, it never wraps up. Were left as observers for an hour of their lives than left assuming they'll do it all again tomorrow night, some minor details would be the only thing to distinguish their spontaneous explorations of the night. And case studies never end anyways. It cuts to the wild human heart without cheap conventions.

Abandon all hope at the guest book

If your eyes are craving something sweet to eat than the first ten minutes of Melancholia should satisfy. The rest of the movie might make you sick with anticipation.

Just fucking kill us already planet!

The acting is unbelievable as Jack Bauer, the filthy rich brother in law continually puts it. The cast is an interesting one. From John Hurt to Bradley Corbett, Each character beautifully played specifically purposed. Von Trier certainly lets his actors dive into the deep end of the pool, sometimes to deep (antichrist) CHAOS REIGNS! The chaos in this film is a bit more subversive and controlled, a bit more snobby, a bit more rich. But its certainly there. In spit full jabs and glares. And no one feels it more than Justine, The Runaway Bride who fucks in the sandtrap. Thats how you pick up strokes in a new marriage. Dunst certainly plays depression incredibly, her slow breakdown at her wedding is beautifully acted. And her dynamic with true bloods finest is wonderful, his constant attempts to breakthrough to her while she wallows in her self pity. And when she leaves that picture on the couch, ouch.

Thats a beautiful apple orchard Justine! Bad move!

I can't say I feel any sympathy for her, She really is a nasty bitch. And you see just how pathetic she is in the second act when she comes to stay with her sister. Claire played by Charlotte Gainsbourg. Claire is her caretaker, and I fell does a genuine and sensitive job at. Snapping once at her sister to move the horse from the stable. I do love the pace it moves at. We all know what's going to happen, bruegel's hunters in the snow burning at the beginning is incredible foreshadowing. But the way we get there is subtle, quite, and gut wrenching at times. Claire's constant concern and worry, looking up the dance of death on the internet. Justine's apathy and hopelessness. Life is only on earth. And not for long.  Brandon. Im on board with you in the scene where Kirsten Dunst basks in the Melancholia's moonlight. Its a beautiful scene, she almost beckons it to come to her, like a bullseye to a dart. And her tits are awesome. I also enjoy the makeshift planet utensil, its a simple way of drawing huge suspense. From the fly by scene to the next day when Jack Bauer is awed by his miscalculations is also wonderful. Claire falling asleep in her chair awaking to find a dead husband in the stable. Her efforts to escape to no avail, that damn bridge that not even the golf cart can pass over keeps you stuck. Alone in that huge house on that huge golf cart.

Its a great film for sure. Von Trier is a son of a bitch who needs to brighten up some. But of all his i've seen i'd say melancholia is by far his bravest work and his least depraved. Some props for that.