Good or ill, Von Trier is one of the only filmmakers who seems to really communicate the specific kind of female hell I recognize from my own life. When Gainsbourg comes across her "soul tree"—perched alone atop a ragged cliff, leaning defiantly into the wind—I cry and cry and cry.
It's a testament to Von Trier's genius (and yeah, he is one, sorry 🤷) that he can start with a premise as hackneyed as serial killer compares murder to making art, compound that initial obnoxiousness with his own arrogant dipshit vanity and bottomless self-regard, and still make one of the most original, rewarding films of the decade.
Wonder how many mucho stupido "Lars von Trier's sinister misogyny knows no bounds, seriously argues that men are the real victims!" hot takes this will spawn.
haha the police joke that they don't torture "ni**ers" no more, they torture "people of color" hahaha xD
haha Frances McDormand has to go on a date with a midget whaaaaat??? xD
Have you ever had an aspiring filmmaker friend who's really into stuff like Goodfellas, who is always asking you to read his screenplay and give him feedback, and then you read the screenplay and it's just smarmy Coen Brothers fan fiction with a self-consciously "literary" title, except he…
"George reached. The clown seized his arm. And George saw the clown’s face change[...]; what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke. 'They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George’s arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. George craned his neck away from that…