Well, it's a Lars von Trier film, which means it's a protracted litany of humiliations and assaults visited upon its female lead. I'm not one to have a knee-jerk reaction to his movies and call him a chauvinist, or whatever--I understand that it is in service of something--but at some point it simply gets tiring. Von Trier's editing and cinematography are immediate and confrontational as always, and the ending is unique, but this one didn't really take me anywhere. I suspect that if I had a more religious background, I would get a lot more out of it.
I don't think I like this movie nearly as much as the rest of the world, but I will say I've certainly never seen anything else quite like it. A breathless, chaotic hour and a half that feels like a cinematic boulder rolling downhill. Every minute brings another insane setpiece or weird special effect or left-field monster, so there's no way you'll be bored, at the very least.
The goofy chop-socky plot just barely hangs together, mostly thanks to Kurt…