The House that Jack Built

I have been scarred. It's pretentious as fuck. It's also horrifying, boring, arty, and likely to be a polarizing to audiences. Lars von Trier's The House that Jack Built is a portrait of a serial killer unlike any you have seen before. Like I mentioned, it's boring and yet, the longer you stick with it, the more un-boring it becomes. It slowly transforms into something horrifying, disturbing, and riveting. There are images stuck in my head and I'm not sure I like them there. Matt Dillon, who I've always loved as an actor, it an interesting choice. He has always played characters that have a bit of a bad-boy edge, a kind of beer swilling, pool playing greasy punk with attitude. At the same time he has a kind of apple-pie, football all-American quality to him. So to have him play somebody who commits horrific killings somehow makes it all that much worse. The movie kind of walks up to you and says, "So you like horror movies do you? Well then watch this!"  The film is two and a half hours long and at times you will be made uncomfortable. Lars Von Trier's take on the serial killer film will leave you questioning - How dark do you want to go? Why am I even watching this? What is the point? Is there a deeper meaning or is the point that there is none? The ending of the film is pure art house cinema. To watch this movie is to have an experience. It won't be for everyone. I understand those who hate it and I can understand those who think it's brilliant. Do you like horror movies? Well try this one and see if that is really true.