Antichrist

* - German weirdo Lars Von Trier takes a clumsy stab at ‘high art’ with this revolting and barely watchable 2009 train wreck. While there does indeed seem to be some sort of plot at the beginning – a man (Willem Dafoe) and his wife (French singer Charlotte Gainsbourg) grieving over the loss of their toddler son, who threw himself out of a window after seeing his parents fornicating (probably not a bad choice in the long run) – it is soon dropped and replaced with a series of images and scenes that are probably meant to be shocking and eminently artistic. Sadly, these scenes – which include the wife masturbating the unconscious husband until he squirts blood and then hacking off his member, her snipping off of her own clitoris with a pair of scissors, and her poking a hole in her husband’s lower leg with a hand drill – are less shocking and artistic then they are gross and completely unexplained. The movie is about an hour and fifty minutes long, but I couldn’t sit through any more than an hour and a half. This is the first time since I’ve been reviewing movies that I have been unable to finish a film. That’s how bad this movie is.