Challenging in all the wrong ways, Von Tier's self-conscious, symbolic, misogynistic, psychosexual arthouse horror is divided into four chapters and begins with the accidental death of a toddler. The nameless traumatized mother (Gainsbourg) and her domineering husband (Dafoe), a professional therapist, go to their isolated home in the country in an effort to deal with their grief. Soon, her sanity is in question and Von Tier eventually tips over the edge in a graphically-depicted mutilation scene. In black and white and color.
Lars von Trier's Antichrist divides this critic nearly as much as any film in years. That alone probably makes some our readership interested in it and it's tempting to say that everyone should see this radically polarizing film for themselves and form their own opinion. Well, then isn't ...Read More
Short of a cat jumping out off a drawer or a flock of birds flying out of the bushes at a tense moment; this poorly lit film just misses the mark. It is formulaic and trite. While it does have it's moments, the over-all impression I was left with was that everything was overstated and contrived..kind of a B type movie. The implausible and marginally unethical notion of Defoe's treating his wife's grief seems to inexorably (and conveniently) lead to her further wrath towards him. Her projection of her own guilt. expressed by the notion of "you were distant, you have been distant for over a year" appears to be her only justification for her bizarre behavior. In short, it just doesn't add up and these two great actors, while powerful in their performances, were under-utilized in this film.