THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT is certainly an experience. And one I hope never to have again. Von Trier maintains an adolescent sensibility compounded by an all-cylinders neural apparatus firing ever-hot. As his movies have grown more ridiculous they have also grown more oddly endearing. I am amazed by JACK. It is no small achievement. The thing is: it is near agony to sit through. The consistently jokey tone is fucked.
As a long-time admirer of Von Trier, I found this experience unbearable on a moral point of view. In this film, Lars exposes his ever-growing disgust of mankind, his skewed vision on art, his neuroses. It is not so much a film as a psychiatric object, impossible to really review. To me it felt like a suicide note, and that makes me very sad. Von Trier's soul, as exposed here, is terrifying to look at in its despair.
As cinematic nihilism has become too confortable (thanks to Haneke and his followers), Lars Von Trier comes back with his most sadistic film. Not sadistic as in "violent, cruel", but "inspired and influenced by the style of the Marquis de Sade". It is philosophy made by a crazy person, a study of evil by evil, obeying to its very own twisted logic. It's good to see the devil for what they are.
I believe the criticisms claiming the movie is too brutal is a perverse marketing for the film as it is nowhere near brutal as Antichrist. Von Trier's least sincere movie and perhaps a parody of expectations from Von Trier to constantly push his films and audiences further. but here he pushes into nonsense. the film is as shallow as its main character.
On a beau décortiquer les 155 minutes de ce déballage inepte et prétentieux pour tenter d'y trouver un quelconque intérêt filmique. Le petit Lars, englué dans une tenace misogynie, continue à bégayer ses pseudo-vérités historiques et psychologiques, toujours constipé par sa vanité et sa viduité qui semblent désormais constituer sa marque de fabrique, son label créatif, son maladif caca nerveux. www.cinefiches.com
After first few minutes I though it will be very difficult to survive the screening without dying out of boredom. But it gets more and more interesting with every minute. Humour is as dark as long winter Scandinavian nights.