Review of The House That Jack Built (2018) by Stampece — 15 Oct 2021

Von Trier's vacuousness has gradually lost its thin veneer. His "righteous" misogyny and pseudophilosophical sadism have reached the nadir of pointlessness, punctuated by banalities such as when the killer describes viewing the photos of his dead victims (presumably Von Trier's pretentious slant on his own cinematic obscenities): “For me, what was really sensational wasn’t the image, but the negative.

Through the negative, you can see the inner quality of the light, the dark light." Do serial killers ever lay awake at night tormented by the possibility that they're a lot like Lars von Trier? Von Trier is apparently sick of himself, and finally, so are we.