![]() Did you expect Lars von Trier to go easy on you?) Or maybe, as my colleague Emily Yoshida noted, “You can only tell yourself those mangled children’s corpses are fake so many times before the rest of the film feels fake as well.” (Yup, there are mangled children’s corpses in The House That Jack Built. ![]() “That wasn’t as bad as I expected,” one told me. Still, as I walked out of the press screening today, plenty of journalists were shrugging. Certainly, the film is violent, and often outright appalling: On a scale from Paddington 2 to that awful skinning scene in Red Sparrow, The House That Jack Built squats as far to the right side as possible. Perhaps the casually attired press is made of sterner stuff because The House That Jack Built also screened for journalists this morning, and this time around, very few people walked out. ![]() How violent was the film, I asked him? The man shook his head: “He mutilates Riley Keough, he mutilates children … and we are all sitting there in formal dress, expected to watch it?” He was flustered, indignant, and still trying to get into von Trier’s after-party. Last night at the Cannes Film Festival, as reports started to circulate that a hundred people had walked out of the black-tie premiere of Lars von Trier’s serial-killer film The House That Jack Built, I ran into one of the escapees. This post originally ran during the Cannes Film Festival. Some spoilers follow for The House That Jack Built, but they also put a ton of this shit in the trailer, so.
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