Nymphomaniac: Volume I
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Lars, Lars, Lars--if you didn't exist, we'd have to invent you. And where would we start?For all the positive reviews, I came in skeptical, but, hey, it's pretty damn near great: sad, funny, brutal, thoughtful, though-provoking, one of Von Trier's best. The only man Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg in the present, Stacy Martin, who doesn't resemble Gainsbourg in the least, her adolescent and twenty-something self) has ever loved, or ever wanted to make love to, is her tender, loving father (Christian Slater, who gets just one moment, on his character's death bed, of that old Jack Nicholson look--in this case, lobotomized McMurphy). So the psychology is perhaps cheap and easy, and ably provided by Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård), the stranger who befriends Joe, but LvT plays enough smart and amusing games that the easy psych doesn't much matter. But geez, I've seen enough cocks for a while--not that that'll keep me away from volume II if it opens, as expected, next week.
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