I hate Lars Von Trier, but I occasionally love his films. Not so, Europa, which is the first film I haven't made it all the way through. Colossally dull and classically (for Trier) pretentious, the film begins with Max Von Sydow failing to hypnotize me and proceeds to come up with some satisfying visuals but little else.
Trier once said only God can judge his films, so I don't think he'll mind if I let him know he isn't as great as he thinks he is. Kind of disappointed to see him in Criterion when the Coens (whose brilliant Barton Fink beat out this film for the Palme D'Or at Cannes, which prompted Trier to flick off the judges and storm out) are still absent, but oh well.
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