You can't watch Lars von Trier without getting angry and you can't watch Lars von Trier without your eyes glued to the screen. Watch this film on an empty stomach; marvel at its audaciousness; let it make you think but not too much. Prepare yourself for warts-and-all visuals and expertly built tension with purposefully meagre tools. Take it all with a pinch of salt; that's how it was made.
Denmark, one of the world's most developed countries, isn't just boring, it's unfeeling. How we behave is so socially constructed that if we deliberately act another way, a way without words, intellect, we might be able to feel more ("in vino veritas"). The rest of society, however, will surely stigmatize and reject you. The Idiots have disbanded. How many groups have they inspired?
I have to admit that most of the movie really bothered me for its tone, but then the last scene gave me a key to interpretate the whole movie and had to admire a kind of storytelling that purposelly doesn't want to help the viewer feel at ease, if such is the story it wants to tell.
Corra como imbécil, coja como idiota, y entre metáforas y crítica moral (¿o provocación petulante?) vea algo que quizá discute el derecho a ser feliz sin definirlo, pero coquetea con la humillación y la amargura gratuitas en el peor sentido, borra límites hasta olvidar qué era juego y muestra con crueldad Artaudiana cómo, quien menos "debería", supera toda expectativa. Verla no vale la pena, pero vale la pena verla