Last night, I saw two films, one on Cable TV, one on DVD.
First, was Paul Verhoeven’s 1995 classic, “Showgirls.” Like some other Verhoeven films, I am still trying to decide whether or not it was the worst theatrical release of its year, or the best. It was like encountering some kind of horrible old-world type Nosferatu vampire – completely horrifying and soul-sucking, yet oddly entrancing and compelling, so much so that you really can’t draw away. But the good moments were great…some of Jesse’s acting really made me laugh harder than any comedy since ‘Something about Mary,’ and Kyle Maclachlan’s greasy tan-ness kept reminding me of a Preparation H suppository.
The film is undeniably a joy to any Saved by the Bell fans. Just imagine that the owner of Cheetah’s is in fact Dustin Diamond, and Kyle Maclachlan’s character is in fact Mario Lopez, and the whole movie becomes a masterpiece.
Next, I watched 2009’s “Antichrist,” starring Willem Dafoe, and Charlotte Gainsbourg.
Approaching this film, I had no small degree of trepidation – it had not been that long since seeing Dafoe in “4:44 Last Day On Earth,” and after that experiment in nerve-deadening boredom I was loathe to see the same actor in what seemed to boil down to another minimalist experiment in filmic nihilism; or at least that was my impression given the blurbs on the DVD box and on some internet reviews.
I have no idea if I should recommend this movie or not. It was gruesome, and horrifying in a on a level that few movies manage to reach. A few of the scenes actually managed to give me sympathetic twitches & discomfort, which for me is close to impossible – I almost never react to anything on screen on an actual nerve/visceral level. Several scenes also combined sadism & sex in a rather explicit fashion – in fact the actors’ body doubles were professional porn actors.
I haven’t mentioned what this film is about, yet, have I? That’s because I’m still not sure – though I don’t consider that obscurity to be a negative, in this case. Basically, a married couple’s kid dies, they go to a remote cabin to mourn & get away from it all, some things which might be supernatural happen, and from there it’s like they were tossed into some kind of Heironymous Bosch nightmare.
If you are a person who isn’t innately turned off by hard R sexuality combined with gruesome sadism, and you don’t mind surrealistic horror, you just might love this movie. And I do mean ‘love,’ because I’m still not 100% sure if it’s possible to ‘like’ this movie. I’ll have to let it sink in, maybe see it a second time.
Maybe next time I won’t watch ‘Showgirls’ right before watching this one…
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Oh, and it’s from Lars von Trier, director of Dancer in the Dark, Melancholia, and Dogville. It definitely has some of the ‘minimalist’ feel of Dogville (and Manderlay), and the mixture of starkness and inter-personal complexity that you see in Dancer in the Dark. So…if you’re familiar with that style, it is at least some kind of starting point as to whether or not you can tolerate this film.