Nymphomaniac (Lars Von Trier, 2013)

Four hours in the convivial company of his muse Charlotte Gainsbourg as she recounts her history of sexual addiction to a sympathetic ear in the form of Stellan Skarsgård is probably Von Trier's biggest test of the tolerance of his audience to date. He proves beyond any doubt this time, with the almost autistically abrasive and damaged woman's actions through the encounters of the years, that the misogyny he has so often been accused of is real, seeing women as both victims and predators, but the misogyny is exceeded by his misandry. Skarsgård comes out best with his attempts to understand her behaviour through fishing metaphors, but essentially all the men involved are dumb animals completely in thrall to their cocks. Von Trier understands some fundamental and unpalatable things about human nature, but you really wouldn't want to live life through his eyes.

6/10