Cinematic Affective Disorder

As a rule, I kind of like depressing movies. But even I have my limits.

marginalia has been my partner in crime through a week-and-a-half-long marathon of some of this fall's darkest (and, in at least a couple of instances, most promising) films.

( No Country for Old Men )

( Michael Clayton )

( American Gangster )

( Before the Devil Knows You're Dead )

I'd been OK with the previous three films, but the last one's uncompromising bleakness left me running for comfort cinema:

So I sought refuge in re-watching Trevor Knight's version of Twelfth Night. As I'd hoped, Ben Kingsley's Feste singing "The rain it raineth every day" and Helena Bonham Carter's Olivia mooning over Imogen Stubbs' Viola restored my spirits.