Since Moodysson has made two of my favorite films in Fucking Åmål and Lilya 4-Ever, I'm going to cut him a lot more slack than I allot to other directors. While I can appreciate the overwhelmingly disorientating attempt to proclaim some kind of statement, the execution is distracting to a fault. This film is indeed disgusting, but the main problem is the self-awareness of trying to instill a forced shock value.
Bold and brave, this film is not for the faint of heart. The close ups are extremely ugly and really drive home the idea of how intrusive reality tv and pornography can be. The film shines a bright light and forces us to look at the darkness in our minds even though we may not want to look. "Close your eyes and tell me what you see".
Visually visceral and cerebrally striking, the film candidly splays out all manner of physiological and psychological traumas in a manner that is both absurd and poetic. Not 'easy' viewing, but you would be compromising the owed dues to a great film by looking away.
Its certainly isn't Moodysson's greatest effort and i felt at this time and a bit during Lilya 4 ever, he started to believe his own hype as been the new Bergman. I always felt he was more like Mike Leigh mixed with Alan clarke myself but this is when his Art avant garde peroid kicked in and sadly along with Container he started to lose the plot. Sanna brading gives the movie its little heart it has.