To read the press kit for ANTI-
CHRIST (Lars von Trier's latest) after viewing the film is to court befuddlement. All this talk of Berg-
sing that peculiar ability to make nothing from nothing while imagining that you're on to
christ, there is a modicum of "there" there: A child dies while his parents are having a good rut (see below). Unfortunately, the sequence goes on until nearly forever, and so the director effectively ruins it. The trailer for the film shows the same thing in a much-abbre-
viated form that works ten times better: Who does your trailers, Lars? Use him for your features!
ing-a-dead-fawn scene. Genital mutilation? Check. Oh, yes: There's that equation of falling child with falling bird. Plus a talking fox who tells us, "Chaos reigns." But this is von Trier; we knew that.
raphy worth watching (from Anthony Dod Mantle). It succeeds on no level whatsoever: not as psychology, metaphor or reality, not as thriller, drama, black comedy or horror. Think of it, finally, as this filmmaker's oneupsmanship response to the torture porn of Hostel and Saw, or better, as a kind of Friday the 13th for pretentious adults, in which the perps and victims are one in the same. Can you dig it? Gainsbourg can -- and does (with a shovel) -- in one of the silliest scenes in recent memory. But, then, there are so many to choose from: Antichrist is as interminable as it is pointless.
The film opens on Friday, Oct. 23, at the Lincoln Plaza Cinemas and the IFC Center. All photos are from Antichrist, except that of Mr. von Trier.