The Satanic Mr. Fox

I’m not one for listening intently to animals, but when one is self-disemboweling and mangy, you might as well take heed.  

Turn around Willem Defoe! Your unnamed wife is brandishing a grindstone and is about to fasten it to your leg after she bores a hole through your ankle with a screwdriver!  I guess it could be worse. At least she isn’t Tobey Maguire in his blue tights with flamishly red boots and gloves.

I’m not sure if I have the stomach to fully analyze Antichrist here, though I will say it got a bad rap.  Terribly mislabled as torture-porn–Passion of the Christ surely surpasses anything grotesque Antichrist has to offer–it debuted to a rogue wave of jeers at Cannes that digressed to snickers.  I think von Trier’s reputation precedes him a bit too much to have this film taken seriously immediately, but I think there’s quite a bit of merit to it in regard to exploring socially constructed gender roles.

Plus, Charlotte Gainsburg is superb in her role as She, the anxiety ridden mother whose son recently plummeted out a window.

Check out in-depth analysis of Antichrist here:

http://www.doyoulikemoviesaboutgladiators.com/chaos-reigns-over-gender-roles-in-antichrist/.

  And, obey the fox.

DYL MAG Score: 7