With global overpopulation neatly intertwining with the advent of the home video camera, we have been afforded, as a species, several near-miracles. For instance, when supersonic jets explode, or when mobs impolitely loot and riot in urban centers, the common consumer can now document the event and sell it to the networks for our collective edification. Endless streams of babies are now able to grow up secure in the knowledge that their every burp and blemish has been captured in real time, making it possible for them to peruse their own personal evolution. But most significantly, the video camera and the chaos of the modern world have given Lars von Trier the opportunity to make us all seasick while self-indulgently flogging our emotions with a great big ham bone. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in the celebrated Danish director's new abomination, the insanely sloppy but... More >>>
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