Christine ★★★★★

Depression is a plague.
Depression is soul sucking.
Depression is a disease.
Depression, never even states that it's there...

Christine, more than any movie I've seen, encapsulates the feeling of depression perfectly. It's not in the tone, it's not in it's cinematic feats, it's not it's pacing, it's not in it's style. It's all in the nuances and idiosyncrasies of Rebecca Hall's performance, and that's exactly where it should be.

When trying to understand depression, you have to realize that, for the most part, whatever is happening around said person who is depressed, is more or less irrelevant. Certainly there are triggers that ignite and perpetuate depression, but for the most part, it is not whats going on outside a person's life that causes depression, it's something within them. It's something they don't even know. It's like Christine's cyst. It's destruction of self. It's far more than an itch you can't get rid of. Whether physical or metaphorical, it stays inside you eating you apart. The only way this movie could've worked well (in terms of bringing to life a real depiction of depression) is to go inside the mind of Christine Chubbock (and often highlighting how hard is to get inside her head (sometimes its an impossibility)) and I'm so glad it did.

Antonio Campos fourth film, is to me a continuation of character driven stories that are almost impenetrable. Afterschool examined the life of a teenage kid caught in the midst of a school overdosing scandal in which he feels great responsibility towards. Simon Killer took us into the mind of a (unreliable) sociopath (possibly broken by a past relationship) as he manipulates his way through the streets of France. Christine plays in a similar vein but with a totally new character and angle.

Christine is a movie I'd be hard pressed to recommend to people who haven't experienced depression. This movie is a literal shadow of it. A shadow that moves in and out of it's own presence. At times you feel close to Christine, other times you feel distant. Sometimes you’re lost. Sometimes the feelings are obvious. Theres such a consistency to the inconsistency of this movie. This inescapability despite the fact you don't feel like you've been taken. Theres a sense of drowning but no water to even drink. There's question after question after question but no answer.

Don't go into this movie expecting it to be some psychological examination of depression. This isn't a mood piece either. It's not a downtrodden melodrama. This isn't a slow burning atmospheric triumph. It's undefinable for good and for bad. It's also undeniable as the most realistic portray of depression you'll ever see.

It's structure is tangible, but it's placement and motivations are not. It ends with a fucking gun sh--

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