"There's three things in life that excite me. A woman, of course, dinosaurs, and the violence of the octagon."
-Georges St Pierre
We all need, in one form or another, to feel something real, something not prescribed to us by the modern, unfeeling, capitalistic world. And violence is undoubtedly real, but you can’t punch systems. So some of us need to hit others and cause someone else pain. Some of us need to be hit and feel pain. Some of…
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“A group of people who are incredibly bad under pressure repeatedly abduct house-callers while bickering constantly” would be a fine premise even if not for all the murder and Tim Curry.
Funny enough “Communism was just a red herring” also describes the past several decades of US foreign policy! I’ll be here all week.
I wanted to like this. Obviously a lot of people really like this, but I find it more than a little despicable. The first forty minutes or so are entertaining enough, if not incredibly anxious, before taking a left turn into what appears to be a meaningless, assaulting tailspin of overlong sequences, characters screaming over each other, and our quite likable protagonist having her life torn down wildly unsympathetically, the movie never for a second truly respecting her beyond lip…
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Certainly more difficult than its front half. While Nymphomaniac Volume I has a more “entertaining” narrative, moving forward quickly and ramping up accordingly, Volume II sees the pace cranked down, the sexuality deteriorated (to the point that some of it barely reflects sex at all), and Von Trier’s trademark cynicism escalated to ridiculous heights as Joe begins to narrate the period of her life where she is a low-functioning addict, as opposed to Volume I’s fundamentally broken, but kinda functioning,…
