Charlotte Gainsbourg, in 'Antichrist'

Dir. Lars von Trier
(2009, Not Rated, 108 min)

What if Ingmar Bergman had discovered torture porn? It’s a question no one asked, but the answer is Antichrist, a film that begins very good, becomes oblique by midpoint, and by the time it ends has taken leave of its senses, your senses, my senses — any and all manner of sense. What does any of it mean? It would be easy simply to react to it, but having already subjected myself to it there’s no reason to take the easy way out now … Read the rest of my review at