To be effected profoundly by pixels flashing on a screen is the intent every filmmaker should strive for. Antichrist certainly did that. I thought I'd seen the worst, most shockingly repulsive things in that internet masterpiece now known simply it's descriptive title "Two girls, one cup", which literally made me puke, but no. In Antichrist, I found a film not only gorey, repulsive, disgusting and sexual all at once, but a film littered with symbolism and depth for which two minute porn trailers can never dream of reaching. An important theme in this film is sex, in a clearly negative sense. It begins in the very first scene of the film, where we see Charlotte Gainsburg and Willem Dafoe actually have sex (yeah, it's pretty gross) as their young child jumps from a two story window. This film has left me with what I can only describe as an "icky feeling" all over.
You have been warned.