46/100 (Avant garde imiş hahahahhahaha. Şu filme saçma sapan hoş sıfatlar koymayın ya. Ne oyuncuları soymak ne de yüzlerce kez kullanılmış Bach bestesini filme monte etmek sanat yaptım demek değil. Trier'in tesadüf eseri çektiği Melancholia dışında rezalet bir yönetmen olduğuna eminim artık. Uzun eleştirim yorumda....)
Stellan Skarsgård goes full circle repeating his role as a shrink for a nymphomaniac like he did for "Anita" in his debut for over 40 years ago with debutante Stacy Martin and Charlotte Gainsbourgh doing stuff other attractive girls never would have touched. Christian Slater also redeems himself in a vulnerable performance. The film is playful at times but it gorier elements should have been skipped.
Vol II got a little too dark and nasty, but Vol I is just all right with me. An erotic, artistic, bold, beautiful film on sexual addiction. It gets really philosophical, melodic and mathematical at one point with a symphony of dicks. Von Trier is one of a kind.
I circled for 3 and a half years around this one, waiting. One doesn't approach von Trier without intention. Charlotte Gainsbourg is mesmerizing, LaBeouf was intriguing (more in his absence since), and Jamie Bell, the man behind the whip? This film goes all the way, and then takes a couple steps further. I could just hear the director narrating the scenes, in his style. I am not disappointed.