Lars von Trier has now released what may be his defining and most quintessential film, one that has become his most polarising (which is certainly saying something). If there’s a more divisive film from 2018 out there, I (may) like to see it. All I know is that von Trier is gleefully rubbing his palms together over the ruckus he’s ignited in the film criticism world with his latest offering.
Endings are inevitable. The question is, how far is an artist willing to go to create art? In ‘House that Jack Built’, Von Trier goes to the depth of hell and it’s hard to return from there. This might be the last film of Lars von Trier.
A Lars von Trier film about a serial killer – what else are you going to expect from this? With The House that Jack Built, he is snugly in comfortable territories, working cinematic wonders with his filmic playfulness, this character study, and on-screen content that is deranged and disturbing to the maximum degree.
