Film was very well done. However, I am not particularly interested in such dark sadistic films. It is a very sad film dealing with deep emotions that are real. Trier did an excellent job with the narrative and cinematography creating a dark emotional setting coinciding with the characters emotional state of mind.
Is Art (in the philosophical sense, hence the capitalization) meant to provoke the viewer-reader-listener-consumer (think of the less innocent meanings of that last word)? Is it meant to pull us out of our mundane, day-to-day existence and (metaphorically) drag us kicking and screaming into the far wilder recesses of our own animal *NATURE*? If so, then Lars von Trier succeeds here, with a cinematic Hieronymus Bosch.
Until the fox says “chaos reigns” an hour in, it doesn't move out of overtly, unsubtle psycho-analysis. Beforehand, it's like getting a lecture from Sigmund Freud, as the fact Gainsbourg is grieving is quite labored and repetitive after 15 minutes. The narrative makes few new insights about that process until then, and after with violence, that's gruesome, but at least dictates narrative modification.
I've always been interested in the old school Christianity which says Satan is in the forest rather than God is in Nature which is a pagan as well as a post industrial idea but ultimately, this film has a lot of images and ideas that go nowhere. I definitely don't hate it but as someone who doesn't care for most horror, explicit sex scenes, or cameras that won't stop moving, this film is really not for me.
Charlotte Gainsbourg and William Dafoe presented no less than "an endurance test" of wits. Suspense, intrigue and evil meet in this epic cinematic tale. From the moment the opening scene plays out, what these two brilliant professionals portray will have you biting your fingernails until they bleed. This is not a film for the faint of heart. The imagery and audacity of the ending is genius.
I just about died laughing when I saw the figurines literally labeled GRIEF and DESPAIR. I swear this is what the writers of “the critic” were watching when they came up with jay sherman’s student film “l’artiste est mort.” This is what people who hate art films think art films are: thuddingly obvious and pseudo-intellectual to the point of unintentional comedy.
the subconscious bites back VICIOUSLY like a serpent unveiling its demonic fangs. against reason chaos reigns supreme. in the woods, nature is satan's church. the antichrist emerges from the garden of Eden and everything that was thought beautiful became as hideous as perforated flesh, open & oozing & gorging with blood. motherfuckin Gothic Revenge for all the evil committed against women in the past