The new Lars von "Queer" (and I mean that lovingly) vessel, Antichrist, is the best material this Dane has come with since Europa. At times a bare bones meditation on violence and nature, at others an operatic black and white art house circle jerk. Overall, the film is driven by two central devices: beautiful photography and invincible lead performances. Willem Defoe and the oh-so-pretty Charlotte Gainsbourg work wonders together. Convincingly erotic chemistry takes a sinister turn at the films end to absolute brutality. The viewer cannot help but realize something HORRIBLE is going to happen by the time this movie is over, which makes for a nerve racking watching experience. And yes, the climax sure is HORRIBLE. A hand crank drill through the leg and self-inflicted cliterectomy are two personal favorites among the numerous atrocities. After finishing Antichrist, I felt instilled with a dark and mystical sense regarding the woods. What does it all mean? Who cares.
Bong Hammer gives Antichrist a B+ so check it out.
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