Lars Von Trier thinks he is a philosopher, he thinks he understands men, women, children, sadness, sex, life, death, relationships, love, loss, godliness, godlessness, the human body, torture, rape, the bible, Freud, fishing, parenthood, social hierarchy, he thinks he is a gift. He thinks his gift is reflection. He thinks he thinks.

Lars Von Trier writes scripts and directs and stages and casts with a righteous self importance only a fragile, scared man could have. Smut and shock value bury his fear of inadequacy and give him an excuse to call us inferior for not finding deeper meanings in smut and shock value. I bet Lars Von Trier wishes he was schizophrenic.

Lars Von Trier’s films are inflated and he can’t let the art just be art he cannot respect his own creation he must insert himself, he must finish. A milky glaze upon 35mm.