Grief is the New Black

Pain, grief and despair: these are the things that make a Lars Von Trier joint so much fun. It is a wonder his actors don’t all blow their brains out on the red carpet of his premiers. I have felt shitty, guilty, and depressed in my life, but for my money, The AntiChrist is a blue-light special of misery.

Imagine a world where all men are arrogant brutes and all women are self-serving witches. Director Von Trier will re-enforce every misanthropic notion one might have and then rape it to death just to make sure you did not miss the point. If one believes that ambiguous subtlety makes a great indie feature for cerebral types like oneself, stay far away from “The AntiChrist.” If you like the notion of two bony, over-educated people having tons of hate-sex in the woods for an hour and a half, this is the movie for you.

Here is the way this thing works:

Starts with blame and anxiety>Next phase, lust>leads to self-mutilation>Observations on the Law of the Jungle>Proves the theory of the heroine, who looks like her crow totem , that nature truly is “Satan’s Church”

Chaos Reigns