I loved the uncompromising nature of the characters - Kallman who doesn't try to be loveable but remains coarse, rugged and real, Pia - who doesn't become the embodiment of the feminine pastiche but a solid chick who chooses to go home alone, Alex - who waivers between being a funny-man's wingman and victim when his moral woes catch up to him.
Some elusive quality pulled this up from a 3 to a 4 over the course of the film's last 30 minutes, when suddenly it all got kind of brilliant. As if Glawogger's refusal to cater to the desire for moralistic simplification forces the viewer's brain to a broadening of perspective. A sort of objective empathy. The opposite of Von Trier.