I'm sorry, but my conclusion after following the "pleasure" of several hours "arthouse cinema" turns out badly. First of all: I'm a fan of von Trier's films. His dream esque representations of the world and of the inherent abyss in gloomy, partly grotesque images and dialogs fascinate me regularly. Unfortunately, he is now m. E. either a victim of his exaggerated hero worship or his own inner sadness become. The visualization of mental suffering is his great talent. But explicit sex and violence and blunt dialogue is no further development of this great film artist. After the end of the second part remained in me at least nothing back - not even helplessness. I find it interesting from voyeuristic view the most that I could now look at the genitals of some Hollywood mime en detail - but also that I'd rather forget. Mr. von Trier, I wish you a speedy recovery - in every respect.
