Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist (A Review)
I remember reading about this film a few months ago…I do not know that I have the emotional fortitude to soldier through a viewing. Yet, I sort of feel that I must.
“…ANTICHRIST may be getting a bunch of flack for its graphic scenes of genital mutilation but whatever, that stuff doesn’t really bother me as long as my junk is still intact. What I have trouble dealing with is footage of a baby bird covered with devouring ants and the oppressive sense that life is a never ending meaningless deathgasm. Don’t think you can shelter yourself from the cruelty of existence within the warmth of a human relationship either, not on LARS’ watch! Love is merely a front for a savage, to the death, wrestling match where both parties gnaw each other raw and silent animosity is the closest thing to a time out. Only bring a date to this movie if you never want to see that person again.”
I am simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by this film, just from the descriptions. I know I will see if, but I may need the security of a pause button. For the full effect, though, I suspect you need the relentless progression of seeing it in a theater.