Nymph()maniac: Volume 1

I don't know what I was expecting, whether something more controversial, more interesting, or simply something that would give a person more. The topic interests me quite a bit, but I much preferred the way Steve McQueen captured it in Shame. Lars von Trier has been showing off basically since the first shot, trying to be artistic, but somehow it's all the same and in his films, it's been that way already. Moreover, from this author, I expected something grittier. There are shots you won't see in a normal movie, but nothing too surprising. The second part promises more, so we'll see. (05/07/2014)

Interrupted masturbation. There are basically two ways to read this metaphor. 1. Being pulled out from deep fascination with watching the volatile dialogue of an aging cultural man (Seligman) and an impulsive, animal woman (Joe), who describes to him her sexual maturation with an emphasis on earthiness, while he places details full of vaginal secretions in a network of parallels, archetypes and classical art procedures. 2. Interruption of Lars von Trier's directorial masturbation. The third sinner in a bizarre psychoanalytic session is undoubtedly the Danish enfant terrible, who exposes the meanings and his directing method to the viewer. Shia LaBeouf's penis is not the "most explicit" component of Nymphomaniac: Vol. I. The most explicit component is the way in which Trier consistently turns the challenging theme into the ancient genre of Bildungsroman, which, following the example of old texts, reveals in the introduction what the next chapter will be about, what the viewer will learn from it, and with what intention the narrator tells it. A quirk? Certainly. Does it work? Not always. Since there is no point in evaluating the fragments that Trier ingeniously assesses during the ENTIRE narrative. I will just stick to the fact that this public masturbation, which does not avoid excess, but at the same time has a sometimes surprisingly tame and cultured effect on Danish conditions, has my focused attention for the next two hours. (12/20/2013)

This is exactly how it looks when someone says that girls deal with bullshit. Lars Von Trier captured it very well, so basically it's a film about nothing. It has lots of references and metaphors, but in essence, it doesn't actually say anything. So, the best film about sex remains Eyes Wide Shut, which does say something. (08/16/2014)

Trier listened to talk about how brilliant he was for so long that he finally believed it and tried to create the most complex film of all time. In it, he has it out with everyone and comments on absolutely everything, thereby serving up an incredible load of motifs, images, metaphors, and subliminal messages that is, at its core, cheaper than paid sex for one time... (Volume 2) (04/04/2014)

A very nice ironic comedy of life. There’s no controversy, no implausible fabrication, just life as it is. I like this movie better and better each time I watch it. An utterly irresistible listener could be none other than Stellan Skarsgård, and the young Stacy Martin is sexy in every shot. I must also praise Christian Slater, but the absolute most epic performance is by Uma Thurman, who brought totally absurd theatrics to this setting. The Director's Cut maintains the same dramatic arc in each chapter, but the eroticism is logically more explicit and therefore more believable. And yet, through it all, Delirium remains the most powerful experience, the only chapter without a major sexual motif. (07/04/2014)