The House That Jack Built sucked out loud. When will I learn Lars Von Trier puts out the cinematic equivalent of sniffing his own farts for three hours mixed with pointlessly unnecessary ugly violence? “Am I SHOCKING you!?!?” I can hear him asking. About on par with Eli Roth as far as filmmakers go except somehow less interesting.
Last edited by ResAlien; 04-16-2020 at 01:49 PM.
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