Now this movie was actually released last year, winning awards at a bunch of indie film festivals. I accidentally watched it in on a flight to the UK; I’d made my way through all the romantic comedies and most of the red wine available, and was sick of trying to force myself into sleep just because they’d dimmed the cabin lights and I’d listened to two Bon Iver tracks. On planes, films are ruthlessly categorised by genre, so being drunk and wistful and wearing my vintage bomber jacket, I tapped ‘Indie.’ Another Earth had been given a decent rating and space travel seemed a good thing to ponder, so I sat through it and thoroughly enjoyed it. Loosely, I feel like this is the film Lars Von Trier was aiming to make with Melancholia, but couldn’t quite crack it – replacing heart with exquisite imagery and Charlotte Gainsbourg’s talking chin. I’m keen to catch Another Earth again, free from the influences of altitude and complimentary booze. Fingers crossed it gets some screen time kiwi-side, it’d be worth it. Brit Marling is nowhere near as annoying as she looks and besides, it’s a lot cheerier to think we could go visit the new planet rather than watch it slowly smash into ours.
Then again, one could also interpret this movie as the prequel to Prometheus. And we all know how that ends. Not so indie. Have a watch and decide for yourself.