I watched Pi on Netflix the other night. It was interesting and good, I would say. But today I think of it only deliberately to provide a contrast. There are films I’ve watched recently on Netflix that I can’t even recall. They’re entirely forgettable. But Melancholia… Melancholia I watched for the first time a week or so ago. I’ve watched it again since then. And I plan to watch it again soon. It haunts me. I’ll be going about my business, living life, when all of a sudden that Wagner, that haunting Wagner (from Tristan und Isolde) will pop into my head, along with images of a gorgeous blue planet, which is not Earth, filling our sky. Or I’ll see, in my mind’s eye, that luxurious lawn in front of that castle-like building which featured so prominently in parts of the film. I’ll see the horses and falling things wafting down from our perturbed sky. I’ll think, out of the blue, of a planet smashing into our own, and hear Wagner again. Over and over again. Lars von Trier has created here a truly haunting masterpiece that I don’t think I’ll ever forget.