Yeah it’s a bit of a spoiler.

WOOF. Von Trier is a sick little madman but he knows the language of cinema so damn well he has the powers to con us into loving Bess and Jan just so he can dismantle our hearts with a Danish screwdriver.

I don’t know if that’s dishonest, or honest, or genius, or what, I cannot define this man or the nature of his movies. That’s probably why he’s one of the best out there (if not the best).

I’ll just cave in and say I fall for his dirty tricks every single damn time in this movie (and every other one he’s made) and I cared and I cried and fuck it if he’s being a diabolical bastard; that ending is undeniably poetic.