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Anti-Christ ruined my sex life...by jonny davis

Not to mention my appetite and belief in the good of all people. Anti-Christ is the most shocking and disgusting film that I have ever seen in my life. After it was over I had nothing to say except, “Wow.” I wanted to go home and sleep forever. I called my brother on the phone like I was in some sort of depression, and I still felt a little shaky the next morning. This is not a date movie.

The story is about a woman whose child falls out of a window while she and her husband make love. Her husband, the therapist, turns her into his patient and tries to help her through the grief process. They go to a cabin in the woods that she is most afraid of in order to conquer her fears. Her grief over the child is psychologically connected to her act of sex with her husband. These feelings consume her and turn her into a monster. She blames herself. The beautiful act of love becomes one of punishment and pain, and the husband’s act of love becomes an aggressive one.

This movie is not your typical horror film, because the acts you see are not in any way meant to be exciting, fun, or scary. The images are meant to drag you down emotionally to the place where our two characters are in the story. A horror film is to scare and disgust you to a certain safe point. It’s like a rollercoaster: you can take anything as long as you understand you are strapped in and safe. Lars von Trier does not strap you in. There are images too disturbing to mention in this review and self-castration that is shown in its entirety.

Some of the images were so extreme that they became absurd. It is not unusual to hear laughing out loud among the gasping majority. One particularly amusing moment was when the husband finds a fox in the grass eating itself. This image was horrifying by itself and effective, until the fox opened its mouth and said “Chaos Reigns.” Others were laughing near the end because the wife was slowly devolving into an exaggerated form of the classic “crazy bitch.”

There is so much to be said and so much that can’t be said, that I should just leave it up to you. It’s a well-made film, but it’s a film with a heavy subject and highly esoteric and artistic approach. It definitely did its job as a film, which is to make me feel and experience, but a little too well. Anti-Christ was created by Lars von Trier in a state of extreme depression. Most people, including myself, would say that something like this is too personal to share. I want to feel sad, but I don’t want to feel hopeless after I watch something. Why would you want to put others or yourself through this experience? Proceed with extreme caution. I promise you have never seen anything like this.

Verdict: I will never watch this movie again.