I don’t normally give away plot points in my reviews, but the best way to look at Melancholia is to examine the ending.
Immortals is the story of the ancient Greeks, and the mortal battle for an immortal weapon: the Epirus Bow. King Hyperion (Mickey Rourke) scours the country in search of it so he can release the Titans, a group of vanquished gods that lost a heavenly war. Henry Cavill plays Theseus, a mortal peasant who was unknowingly taught by Zeus and may be the only thing stopping the king from completing his task.
Red State is a conundrum. Going in, I thought I had the film pegged. A trio of teenagers, lured with the promise of sex, get captured by a crazed preacher and his cult of ultra-conservatives.
We open on a brain in a jar. A brain with an eyeball. One of Jeffrey Franken’s experiments he works on at the kitchen table. This doesn’t make much sense but quickly sets the tone of the film: unrealistic but gleefully bizarre.
There is something deepy terrifying about having a demon attached, not to the house you live in, but to you. No matter where you go, that demon will be with you, physically and spiritually, and will torment you for the rest of your life. There is nothing you could do to stop it.
A hunter gazes through his scope at the woman: Young, dirty, a wild animal. She is in no way attractive, covered in grime and open wounds, but he sees past that to the sexual beast he knows she is. You can feel that he has to have her.