The tale of one womans revenge on the man she loved, who betrayed her, is levels darker than things most happy people want to imagine.
Last night I rented von Trier's 'Medea': filmed in 1988 it's a danish version of the film set among the back drop of a darkage Denmark.
The imagery is incredible, that and the subdued, and subtle nature of the actors gives the film a haunting quality.
The movie itself is played with spurts of dialogue filled with long silences, and 'beautiful pictures.'
Medea in the swamp, gathering herbs, and poison is particularly striking, especially when Creon and his men enter to banish her from the country.
One of the most striking scenes is where Medea actually does sacrifice her children to finalize her vengeance agaist Jason; the older of the two children knows what is coming, and only asks for his mothers help so he can do the deed himself.
One cannot help but feel sorrow for Medea, as one feels sorrow for Jason.
Jason blind drive for power, and Medea's foolish desire for veangeance leaves them both without anyone.
In the end there is a sick feeling in the gut, knowing that you've just watched a beautiful film dealing with a terrible story, but it also gives you much to reflect on.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 5:31 PM
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