Although I had fun watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, I enjoyed the first film more than this one. Maybe it's because the characters were still fresh in the first part, and Groot wasn't yet reduced to a twig. Vol. 2's plot is also more chaotic and far-fetched. It just didn't grab me as much as part one, but it's certainly not a bad production.
I hoped The Man in the Moon would be a poetic, tragic drama about broken hearts in an atmospheric 1950s setting, accompanied by nostalgic crooners. Something like the Belgian Crazy Love (1987).
But The Man in the Moon turned out to be an irritatingly sugar-coated, hackneyed, all-American goody-two-shoes family ties story, filled with clichés, filmed like a sun-drenched orange juice commercial, and accompanied by shiny, happy music that makes you want to bitch-slap the responsible composer.
Antichrist left quite an impression on me. The level of creativity and originality in this movie is rare and comparable with masterpieces like Eraserhead by David Lynch.
Let me start by stating that this movie is clearly one of those 'either you love it or hate it' cases. The explicit sexual content and unconventional approach to horror is definitely not suitable for Hollywood aficionados.
Lars von Trier proves he is a true maestro in establishing a very effective feeling of…