So, when my wife calls you directly to ask your opinion regarding a film fest movie to take in for our anniversary (I believe this was stated explicitly), and our choices are Lars Von Trier's latest nightmare "Anti Christ" or a quirky indie sex comedy from Sook Yin Lee called "Year Of The Carnivore" - one would expect your recommendation, given the information she provided, would direct us to the option that does NOT feature gratuitous and graphic scenes of genital mutilation. But alas, this was not the case. I will choose not to read any further into this discussion, nor shall I extrapolate to draw any conclusions about your view on marriage and relationships. I assume your love of film blinded you from good judgment and your recommendation was based on the relative resumes of the two film makers, only one of whom is a former Muchmusic VJ who also released an album about dildos. Still, I don't think I would forget a scene wherein a dude is tied up and his testicles are destroyed with a block of wood.
THANKFULLY, and I cannot stress this enough, "Anti Christ" was sold out; it would have been mighty embarrassing to have to refuse a date with my wife on our anniversary for fear of long-term sexual scarring. And vomiting.
Thus we took in Sook Yin's movie, which was enjoyable and featured both Will Sasso and Kevin MacDonald. I would file it somewhere between "Juno" and "But Mom I'm A Cheerleader" and, jeez, maybe "American Pie", with healthy amounts of brooding teen angst, questionable poetry, and scenes that caused some deafening uncomfortable silences in the theatre. I was, however, confused as to how I should react to the main character's graphic sexual encounters with random old men in the woods behind the mall - were these funny? depressing? both? Feminism is confusing.
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