Whoa! Except I would have left all those gorgeous spoilers for the end, and started it cold as another dysfunctional Scandinavian family get-together potboiler. Because there's always a chance of some one watching it cold, and how mind-blowing would that be?
As usual with Mr. Von Trier's oeuvre, M.A. and I were practically the only ones laughing in the movie theater. And sobbing. And I peed my pants. But I mean, c'mon people. "It tastes like ashes!"?! Classic! Lighten up, for God's sake!
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