I exposed myself and my girlfriend to Lars Von Trier's Antichrist this week. I loved it, she hated it. Not "hated" in a "that movie was stupid" kind of way, but hated in a "that movie made me physically ill" kind of way, which is - of course - why I loved it.
I was originally put off seeing it because everyone was telling me how pointlessly gratuitous it was. Upon finally watching it, I didn't feel like the graphic imagery was really out of place. It was effective within the story. Besides, it wasn't the testicles being smashed with a log, or the woman's clitoris being explicitly severed by a pair of rusty scissors that disturbed me, or even Willem Dafoe's skinny, naked ass. It was the fucking talking, self-eviscerating fox that made me lose my shit.
I highly recommend it, but it's not a film for the faint of heart.
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