did lars von trier lose a bet with eli roth?

anticrist

I don’t like Lars von Triers’ movies, which seem to be exercises in how much human suffering and misery can be crammed into 120 minutes of film. Having said that, he really seems to have gone above and beyond in his latest, Antichrist, where much of the suffering takes the form of graphic violence. However, fans of gore will likely find it to be too arty (between shots of people getting their genitals smashed with blunt objects), while von Triers’ usual fans will be left wondering why the hell they’re being forced to watch torture porn.

The word is that von Triers made it after coming down from a 2-year bout of depression that left him wondering if he’d ever make another movie. At the risk of pushing him over the edge, it sounds like maybe he should have listened to his gut. It was greeted with bafflement and hoots of derision at Cannes, and Variety derides it as von Trier “cutting a big fat art-film fart”. (And Jeffrey Wells called it a “fartbomb” — I sense a theme here!)

I have no idea if Antichrist is actually about the Antichrist, because none of the reviewers have been able to figure out what the hell it is about. Too bad, because then Willem Dafoe would have played Christ and Antichrist, which is pretty cool. (Do they explode if they touch?) Suffice it to say: it starts with a toddler falling out of a window and splashing all over the pavement while his parents bone in the next room (but it’s in B&W, so it’s art, not porn!); someone goes crazy; and then a bunch of genital-based mutilation occurs, most of which is shown in shocking full-color close-up. Many of the reviewers are tip-toeing around descriptions of the latter, but you can read all about what happens to Willem Dafoe’s testicles here if you really want to never uncross your legs again.

Also, this happens:

After the woman is pushed to confess that she’s most afraid of their property deep in the forest — where the she spent part of the previous summer alone with her son — that’s where hubby take her. This chapter on “Pain” actually charts the woman’s self-proclaimed recovery, but ends unpromisingly with a disemboweled fox rising out of the ferns to announce, “Chaos Reigns.”

That’s not like, a metaphor. The disemboweled fox actually talks. I’m thinking maybe von Triers needs to go back for another round of meds.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. pathetic loser filled with misdirected rage
    Jun 05, 2009 @ 22:10:09

    tl; dr -ed.

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