Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…
When nature turns evil, true terror awaits.
A grieving couple retreats to their cabin 'Eden' in the woods, hoping to repair their broken hearts and troubled marriage. But nature takes its course and things go from bad to worse.
So.....I guess von Trier took the whole 'torture porn' thing too literally.
I can take the pretentiousness and can forgive the self-indulgent ramblings and thickly laid on self-importance.
I can even stand the yucky bits.
What I can't stand is the shallow, cold and completely unengaging treatment of its potentially intriguing subject matter.
“Nature is Satan's church.”
-She (Charlotte Gainsbourg)
Over on the Internet Movie Database, someone once described Lars Von Trier as, and I quote, ‘an arty wanker’.
Now, although that is perhaps the most unsophisticated and rudimentary way of expressing it, they did have a point. It isn’t hard to see why Trier could be considered pretentious, especially with his most controversial outing yet, Antichrist.
To say it is unforgettable is a gross understatement. Rather, for better or worse, it sears itself into your subconscious, tapping its way into your most deep seated fears. It is a film that will astonish and infuriate in equal measure, a film that cannot be simply watched, but felt. The exact emotions felt will differ…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Do not be mistaken. This is a film by the aberrant and outlandish Lars von Trier, who after a lengthy bout of depression made a film in 2009, which is an 'uneasy-intimate' experience with subtle, slow motion shots of snow fall, an explicit shower sex-scene and babies accidentally falling out of open windows. The camera follows the entire 23 second fall of the toddler until the tiny thing (I am still trying to convince myself that it was only a film prop; it certainly was, but not the fiendishly beautiful direction) makes contact with asphalt.
The metamorphoses of the film into a full blown violent, psychological horror drama is film-making at its best and most vile. Not everything is in…
Those were probably the most common sounds/phrases coming out of my mouth while watching Antichrist. After a brilliant and hypnotizing opening, Lars von Trier takes your hand and guides you through a misty realm of wo- "HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS SHIT."
I must say. Antichrist is unlike anything I've ever seen. Its like Evil Dead as written and directed by Terrence Malick. Its cold and calculated and is light on the shocks until they sneak up and strike. Antrichrist is labeled as a horror film but its hardly conventional horror fare. Instead its a quiet film that resembles an awkward neurosurgical operation rather than a horror film you're used to seeing.…
Lars Von Trier's provocative 2009 film Antichrist could be deemed a cinematic Frankenstein (and the Director a kind of Tarantino for the art-house crowd) with it's blatant nods to the Director's influences in Tarkovsky, Dreyer and Bergman as well as the post film credits which call out a department of researchers on; misogyny, mythology and evil, anxiety, horror films, music, theology and therapy. But in looking for the beauty in the beast amongst this witches brew of ideas, themes and symbolism, as well as some of the most gruesome self-mutilation imaginable, surfaces an existential horror masterpiece that has absorbed my thoughts and entirely this week.
After my first viewing a few years ago I felt physically ill and…
Trier could have pushed the limits a little more I feel. Quit holding back!
This movie will haunt me to my dying day. I will never be free of That Scene. Never.
All those creepy visuals made me re-born.
I love the darkness of its narrative, I love strength of the performance of Gainsbourg and the mediation of Dafoe. The whole nature of the film is a conceptualization of pain and loss and also of rage and violence.
Certainly one of the finest works of Lars Von Trier.
Getting to the stuff that made me fall in love with this little shit of a man. Holds up every ounce it did before. Gainsbourg can go a smidge big for me at times but it's otherwise every bit as lucid an exploration of depression and grieving as Melancholia is wrapped up in a legitimately profoundly unsettling package. This time around I was actually struck by how culpable Dafoe's character is in not allowing her to grieve properly and of being distant and impersonal in a time when she deeply needed him and that speaks to me now more than ever. I was telling some friends the other week that I feel like every director should try their hands at a horror film and Antichrist is very much a great example of why.
Listen this is a good movie whether or not you love terrible taxidermy and Willem Dafoe's weird bent dick
For the first time in a long time a movie has made me feel like throwing up, so I guess Lars won.
I really don´t know what to think about it :D
Fuck this SHIT!!!
Movies in which dudes get their dicks chopped off, torn off, bitten off, exploded, or blasted.
Possible spoilers, I guess.
Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).