Half-baked confession ruined by Von Trier's typical cynism. At least we now know that he believes he will end up in hell.
Malek is great (despite those fake teeth), and concert scenes are powerful. But with May and Taylor as producers, they are depicted as flawless rockstars. On the other hand, Freddie is the only diva here: the arrogant gay superstar who didn't give a fuck about his bandmates and almost ruined everything because of his queerness. Totally unfair.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Duas cenas fundamentais:
1. Mesa de jantar, a metáfora sobre lobos, ovelhas e cães pastores. Chris é o cão pastor.
2. Já perto do final, durante um churrasco, Chris ataca o cachorro que, aos olhos dele, era uma ameaça a seu filho.
Transformado pela guerra, cão pastor ataca cão pastor.
Não é, de jeito nenhum, o filme preto-no-branco que alguns viram.