AntiChrist sticks a finger up your bum…by Nathan Zeno / 27.07.2009
Watching Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist is similar to talking to someone about their grief and suddenly they forcefully, deeply shove their finger up your ass without lubrication. It’s surprising, pleasurable and very painful. I know that I watched it, but I haven’t put it in a box yet, and don’t think anyone can.
On the surface it seems to be a film about a couple grieving over the death of their son, while they were having sex and attempting to deal with the guilt associated. But it’s so much more and maybe not even that. It calls into question the legitimacy of therapy, discusses nature and chaos, the horror of self, shadows and animal warrens and takes in some truly beautiful slow motion photography, graphic sexual content and violence along the way.
Antichrist is so dense, so layered so ultimately packed with meaning, there would be no point to try explain, analyze or unpack it. This, it feels to me, is the point of one of its layers, for psychotherapy is always an attempt to find reason and human nature, nature itself is entirely unreasonable. The film destroys your ability to think what you are seeing through. It is unflinching on so many levels that to be shocked at all is to not perceive what you are experiencing, for Antichrist is an emotional and intellectual experience that I have not had in cinema for many years.
Standing outside the cinema afterwards, I felt a strange joy in the confusion apparent on so many faces. Lars Von Trier is either a genius or a madman, I don’t think it matters which. Chaos Reigns .