Antichrist is a difficult film. It’s borderline misogynistic (as has been pointed out by countless critics), definitely pornographic and extremely violent. It is a horror film, though not a conventional horror film by any standards, instead toying with the genre’s clichés and ideology. It’s a treatise on grief and pain, and of psychological trauma. And, most importantly, it is a work of high art…
It’s almost time again for the Oscars – that back-slapping, tear-fest that celebrates Hollywood’s finest. It still astounds me that the Academy Awards retain an audience each year – the ceremony is almost sickeningly self-congratulatory and overstays its welcome by a good three hours. Yet, save for last year, I still manage to watch this event each and every year due to a history that stretches back to adolescence…