It’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie as stirringly beautiful as Melancholia. The pastural settings crowned by the rambling estate, the sublime madness of Kirsten Dunst’s character set against the lambent backdrop of her own wedding, the strange, almost sci-fi twist that gobsmacks it’s way into the end. A one sentence storyline: Two sisters, struggling with mental illness face a looming apocalypse. Madness, betrayal, depression, suicide, terror, death…sounds great, right? Depressing? Very, but the starkly haunting film still manages to dazzle. Bravo, Melancholia. Bravo.