Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Parsing Antichrist

(With apologies to, y'know, poets):



Automisogny. We're not talking about


Cars not liking women, but a mother driven


To make a witch of herself, one that can’t feel or screw with feeling;


Monstered by therapy and her man; monstering back


In Tarkovsky’s Mirror image of a woodland refuge. No joke.


“Chaos reigns,” declares Now-Notorious Fox, grandiosely


Perusing his own entrails – like much else it scores


An admiring laugh, for this film’s serious (and only half not)


In its midnight fairytale logic


Advancing in actual careful strides


Through phases of spurious “healing”, aftershock, and… yikes.


From the snowglobe opening – I sensed


From the kid’s very expression (malicious, as he plummets


And destroys them) that Lars was onto something


Solaris-ish and yet pure Lars. No joke. I can’t dismiss this, for it is


Obscene calligraphy in mist (Anthony Dod Mantle,


You can totally keep that Oscar now) 

and above all MENTAL ON PURPOSE. A—


Cal said...


So excited for this film.

NicksFlickPicks said...


David S. said...

YAY! I am soo very excited for this movie..

Jeremy Heilman said...

Man, I can't wait to see this thing. Between this and the Tarantino, the next few months seem primed to make up for a subpar first half of '09.