Review of It's All About Love (2003) by Aaron R — 23 Jul 2011

I didn't watch the whole thing at first. In fact, I only walked in the room while it was playing, and caught a brief glimpse of Phoenix and Danes in the snow. My brother was watching it, and I asked him what it was, perplexed that I'd never heard of a movie with both of these actors.

"I dunno," he said. "I think it's the end of the world or something.".

"Really? What's the culprit? Zombies? Nuclear winter?" The last one made sense, given the setting.

"I dunno. I don't think anyone cares. They're just trying to get back together or something, before the world ends. Honestly, it kinda sucks.".

For some reason, the idea of apocolypse as a personal experience stuck with me. Several years later, I decided to track down and watch this film, curious about what this other director had done with an idea that had, by that point, become very personal to me. What I got instead was this steaming pile of crap. This festering monument to the importance of creative feedback in a professional setting, this monolith to inadequacy. F*ck you very much, Vinterberg. Dogme was great, but you're a coattail-riding hack.