“Melancholia” is even harder to analyze than “The Tree of Life.” I should see it again though I’m already quite affected by it. It’s beautiful and it would be a darn shame if I did not understand it well enough. I was fooled by the plot, I forget the plot doesn’t always matter in an art film. I must absorb the film and let it move me. P.S.: the Philippines is in it.

It’s a shame that the definition of “Indie Film” in my country’s major record bars is a  borderline-porn, sex-centered plot. Trashy titles are displayed openly on the “indie” shelf while the real indie films are barely noticeable. Oh, come to think of it, these trash were produced independently anyway. But I hope they had the sense to drop the “film” instead. Let it be called indie for the sake of technicality. But please don’t put those two words together. You record bars ought to employ a film student or two.