Lars von Trier is undoubtedly a polarizing director. His repertoire evokes a range of emotions, from sincere avoidance to curious infatuation. He has been singled out as a purveyor of misogyny as he famously and deliberately places many of his women in unkind situations to say the least (e.g. the heartbreaking climax of Antichrist). And its penchant for depicting the uncomfortable and sometimes unfathomable has been interpreted as obscene and sensationalistic for its own sake. Yet his work continues to prevail, standing alone, intact and unapologetic. Nymphomaniac: Volumes I & II is the final chapter of his depression trilogy which also includes the previous releases Antichrist and Melancholia. The trilogy supposedly emerged as the director dealt with his issues with depression. While each tale shares its own harrowing take on crippling emotional turmoil, Nymphomaniac might just be the boldest chapter to come to fruition. Nymphomaniac, split into two parts due to its unpleasant length, is a story framed within a story. Injured and left in an alley, presumably to die, Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg), is taken in by an elderly gentleman Seligman (Stellan Skarsgard). Persuaded by the sympathetic Samaritan and perhaps simply by his need for some semblance of cathartic release, Joe shares his story: his sexual evolution leading up to the present. His frank and casual tale begins at the age of two, the beginning of a bold exploration of the equivocal and precarious connection between self and sex. In the first volume, Joe begins to narrate his erotic story with an unusual degree of candor that is both surprising but well received by the non-threatening Seligman who eagerly lends an ear. It's an active...... middle of paper......raphy disguised as art. Von Trier's films continue to serve a more acquired taste (and those with a strong stomach) and Nymphomaniac continues in this trend. It's a bold meditation on sexuality, saturated with intellect, absurdity, dark humor, and with Von Trier at the helm, there's absolutely nothing like it. Maybe the only difference between me and other people is that I always asked for more at sunset. .reconcilable, irreconcilable, a true embodiment of her circumstances and actions that The Insatiable Woman and Her Desire for the Unattainable isOffers audiences a disturbing yet beautiful consideration of issues that are for the most part left untouched.A meditationnulla, is an astonishing testimony to his ability to explore what is disgusting and contraband without having to answer to anyone of higher power