Brabbering

Toney 2022-03-28 09:01:07

3.5 Virgil still failed to lead Faust out of hell in the end. Von Trier's film is obviously inferior to "Female Addict", with a lot of straightforward descriptions and discussions, but several murder scenes are still quite thrilling. Tyre is given as a seeker of all dark civilizations in human history, analyzing the spiritual world of a serial killer with obsessive-compulsive disorder, cleanliness, and misogyny in the opposition between immortality and decay, worship and trampling, and tigers and sheep. How many moments of ignorance are carried out in the name of civilization, the most extreme culture built by murderers, and the house built by the corpse is the most brilliant appearance of this culture, and the last part Von Trier began to justify himself, once the movie The cruel images and the tears of heaven and hell in the film, the antichrist turned out to be such a person who loves life, Von Trier is enthusiastic after all, every seemingly icy film is a flaming destruction of the mask of hypocrisy civilization

Glen 2022-03-28 09:01:07

I feel that Lars von Trier is not just sick, but evil. Just because he is ill, he can't tolerate his movies. Just because there are things that seem compelling in the film cannot mean that the film itself is awesome. The content is more like the forced implantation of postmodern novels, with classical music and Gauguin paintings on the one hand, and modern pops such as Bob Dylon and David Bowie on the other. Wouldn't it be cool to make a purse from a breast and a house from a corpse? Bringing out Stalin and Khmer Rouge Pol Pot is a cool anti-political anti-centralization? This is totally superficial stuff. Wen Qing who doesn't read books is easy to be fooled by this kind of superficial visual impact. The ending tribute to "The Divine Comedy" is very lame. When reality can't explain the behavior of the perverted murderer, it is too naive to get a special effect in hell and play the redemption of crocodile tears. Literary films don’t have the aesthetics of photography, and Clut’s bad taste is comparable to “Human Centipede”. This is not art at all, it’s a hooligan with the producer’s money and performing monkey dramas for fans of literary films.