- Director: Lars von Trier
- Writer: Lars von Trier
- Producer: Bettina Brokemper; Meta Louise Foldager
This is not horror - this is horrific in the way that humans can treat each other, in the way that life can simply be intolerable.
Von Trier obviously despises therapists, he doesn't seem to be too hot on women either - when they cry, they scheme.
Antichrist opens with some of the most beautiful imagery ever set on film: sexually explicit, heartbreakingly savage.
He continues to take the viewer on an ever-increasing circle of grief, despair and ultimate pain.
He manipulates the audiences into wincing, cringing and turning their heads away in disgust - but, that is life and we have to bear it.
The whole mother earth, religion and sexuality are all tines of his misogynistic fork.
Seriously, this is art without barriers - this is life taken to a conclusion that is wholly unimaginable but it has been imagined - it's up there on the big screen for all who dare watch it.
A couple lose their young son when he falls out of a window while they are having sex in another room. The mother's grief consigns her to hospital, but her therapist husband brings her home intent on treating her depression himself. To confront her fears they go to stay at their remote cabin in the woods, "Eden", where something untold happened the previous summer. Told in four chapters with a prologue and epilogue, the film details acts of lustful cruelty as the man and woman unfold the darker side of nature outside and within.