Told in two volumes, Lars Von Trier’s Nymphomaniac isn’t just a film, it’s an experience, and should be treated as such. When the first volume was finished, I decided to step away for a few hours before starting volume two. Mainly because I had some things I needed to do, but also to allow what I had been watching to firmly plant itself inside my head. Upon starting volume two, my brain was full of ideas. After finishing it, my brain was overloaded with them. The whip-smartness of this film and the ideas it produces are what people should be discussing, not how graphic its sexual content is.
Volume I: Sex isn’t used to titillate the audience, but to illustrate a point to them, which is that our male-dominated society always views women as sex objects instead of sexual beings who are capable of having their own desires. Von Trier puts the sexual appetites of young Joe, played to perfection by Stacy Martin, on full display and dares you to look away. He wants you to feel uncomfortable. Then he wants you to ask yourself, “Would I feel as uncomfortable watching this if it were a man?”
Volume II: Von Trier no longer shows sex as an empowering thing, but takes us to the destructive force it can sometimes become. Our friendly neighborhood nymphomaniac’s urges have led her to a much darker place, a place where she’s lost all control. She must have her desires met and will do anything and everything to try and accomplish that. Charlotte Gainsbourg is fucking brilliant and fearless as fully grown Joe. There’s also a nice little reference to Antichrist in this part, which any fan of Von Trier’s will enjoy.
With this latest work, the mad Dane further cements himself as one of those directors people will either love or hate. I happen to be in total awe of Von Trier and fully appreciate his complicated and sometimes hard to watch films. He’s someone who knows how to both provoke and enlighten at the same time. I can’t wait to see where his superbly twisted brain goes next.
in 2014, its going to be 100 years since WWI began
how long until it ends? fuck this war
we went to the science museum in London yesterday and there’s a floor titled “who am I?” and they had a really cool section on sex and gender and BMO from adventure time was in one of the displays which I thought was p cool
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
for your consideration: [an oscars 2014 mix]
1. new west (mark orton) 2. their pie (mark orton) 3. jeeps blues (duke ellington) 4. 10538 overture (electric light orchestra) 5. meth lab zoso sticker (7horse) 6. smokestack lightnin’ (howlin’ wolf) 7. maersk alabama (henry jackman) 8. safe now (henry jackman) 9. philomena (alexandre desplat) 10. farewell (alexandre desplat) 11. sweet thang (shuggie otis) 12. city of angels (30 seconds to mars) 13. debris (steven price) 14. above earth (steven price) 15. morning talk/supersymmetry (arcade fire) 16. photograph (arcade fire) 17. roll jordan roll (john legend) 18. solomon (hans zimmer)
graphic made by the always incredible drew
Setsuko - Grave of the Fireflies (1988)
THERE IS A FUCKING COW TRYING TO GET INSIDE MY HOUSE
I AM HOME ALONE
WHAT DO I DO THERE IS A COW PRESSING ITS FACE AGAINST THE WINDOW
tell it to mooove
they took king of the hill off netflix
Girls get the arms, but not the swords.
the wire, HAIMi just know i know i know i know
that you’re gonna be ok anyway
I’m just gonna stare at this huge lily all day for obvious reasons.