...violence become one and the same as Gainsbourg, no longer reliant on Stacy Martin to play her in flashback, steps up to the plate with a stinging S&M relationship she consents to with Jamie Bell in hope of finding the recipe to rekindle her libido. Once our suspicions concerning Seligman’s virginity are confirmed, the pending curtain-act punch line becomes a hilarious, hotly anticipated, and foregone conclusion. It’s one of those cases where we know precisely how it’s going to end, but the director sets us up for the obvious in such a manner that we eagerly agree to stick around to see how he does it. Von Trier’s serrated take on a society so covetous and steeped in jaded lust that nothing short of a raw sexual encounter can get them off makes this the most darkly amusing satire of it’s kind since David Cronenberg’s Crash.
Length: 2 hours, 3 minutes