This troublesome project is definitive evidence of just how dull Lars Von Trier can be as a screenplay writer. I have no problem with filmmakers exploring sexuality, it is a genuinely fascinating subject, but there is a fine line between art and absurdity. This is absurdity. Von Trier’s directing style is excessive, particularly in regards to the explicit and quite frankly ridiculous sex scenes. More annoyingly it lacks any form of depth and the tone never settles, so the narrative buzzes around like a bluebottle for four hours, before leading to an ending I predicted in the opening ten minutes.
Adam Lester. 