I saw Antichrist over the weekend. I liked it. Nay, I loved it. By now this Lars von Trier romp has become quite notorious. I REALLY don’t want to spoil it here, and that makes it a wee bit hard to talk about. Many of the things that affected me may not have done so if I knew about them going in. If I tell you what scenes and what plot points hit me the hardest, then it may ruin it. You see my dilemma.
The only solution that will allow me a clear conscious is if I keep this brief. I will say that I encourage people to see it. It lives up to the hype and them some. Antichrist manages to successfully straddle the line between arthouse obscure and a well crafted story. Sure there were some “wtf ?!” and “wait, what does that mean?” moments. But that’s good for conversation. And you’ll want to talk about it. And debate about it. And think about it. Basically, expect this film to stick with you.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the acting. Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg were awe inspiring. Their obvious commitment to the roles made me uncomfortable at times. This is definitely a harsh, angry film. Their immersion in those emotions caused me to worry for their mental well being. Brave performances to say the least.
The visuals were haunting and lovely. At any point in this film you could take a screen capture and be left with a piece of art. If you want a more in depth discussion, listen to The Gentlemen’s Guide to Midnite Cinema’s podcast here.