When the wayward youngster spoiled son of communist nudists, and his entourage of swaggering amateurs, students like him visual science, were rebuked by a lowly janitor Given the poor use made of the material and facilities of the faculty, Lars Trier decided to add the aristocratic von title, leaving his intentions clear from aristocratic not mix with the rabble (a curious claim is in the once-elite adolescent commoner-libertarian communist-eyed Began feet).
Hogan, the plump held decided to vent their stupidity with another prank, a mess called Antichrist. Enervation that have experienced my nerves with the viewing of the biliary vomiting due not so much to the ravings of a fool unbalanced as the suspicion that their fans, even dumber than he, will celebrate their mental Manardus ejaculations with the same old plastic.
Not surprisingly, the minutes creeping camera that open the film, have been slow to be considered the best in cinema history. Injustísima for consideration this announcement native Gordo lottery, which has nothing to envy the beginning of the film zampabollos chubby, indeed, aesthetically the film is a sort of video to lady gaga (poker face we put I and delight after the dedication to Tarkowsky). No wonder cannes erupted in boos at the time and laughing with the appearance Fox talker. To justify, Lars goes back to one of his self-induced astral projection in which a fox was mingling amiably with him. It appears that two foxes appeared driving the first and gave him this advice: do not trust the first fox that comes your way. For that reason Lars, fox, I do not trust you, of meningitis stupefying. Why is it something more absurd than to build a cabin under the oak and endure an endless hail of acorns? Maybe go to your movie, on payment of a precious maravedíes and undergo another rain, your sequences without rhyme or reason, as much more annoying than the oak of the film is the director of the cork.
After getting into trouble with the forest, witches, mystery, the Three Stooges, fox, wolf, the Red Riding Hood and the mother who bore them all, not knowing how to resolve the issue or how to get out of the mess in which have you been, you start to masturbate phallus clitoris bloody and cut, believing that the dose of bizarre to us confused and forget the empty narrative of the film. But rather than give you the misunderstood genius I'll communicate with millstones, even atornillándomelas to the ankles as you do with that jerk of a psychologist who plays as William Dafaoe have to do in the future with the public not flee while trying to demonstrate genius in your next movies grabándote on the toilet defecating or shaking a rattle.
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