By Robert Horton Herald Movie Critic
Lars von Trier’s biggest trick has been convincing the world he is not serious.
The Danish filmmaker adopts such a puckish public demeanor, and is given to such willful outrageousness (whimsically comparing himself to Hitler at a Cannes Film Festival press conference was a particular lulu), that he has turned himself into a brand-name oddball just this side of David Lynch.
Superficially, his movies create the same kind of taboo-breaking impression: radical looks at sexuality, politics and violence (“Breaking the Waves” and “Antichrist” among them), culminating in a remarkable portrait of depression and the end of the world (“Melancholia”).
By titling his new project “Nymphomaniac,” and letting it be known that this four-hour picture includes marquee names and unsimulated sex, von Trier is acting up again. There goes that old devil Lars, fanning the flames as always.
And then “Nymphomaniac Vol. I” begins (the movie’s being released in two parts). Within a few minutes, there is little doubt of the filmmaker’s seriousness.
Not that the film is without a playful side; droll Danish humor is abundant. But this is a real journey, recounted to us by a woman named Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg), who is discovered, beaten-up, in an alley.
Her rescuer, Seligman (Stellan Skarsgard), listens intently to her account of a life in thrall to sex, but he also interjects his own spin on things; to his mind, Joe’s stories can be seen through a variety of fishing metaphors. She is no mere slave to her libido, however—this story is about how Joe frames sexuality, uses it (to borrow a phrase from Pat Benatar) like a weapon, studies it, or succumbs to it.
Her parents (Christian Slater, Connie Nielsen) are in the mix, as is the rough-edged fellow (Shia LaBeouf) who keeps appearing in her life. Stacy Martin plays Joe as a young woman, in an impressive film debut. The bits of explicit sex are handled by unnamed body doubles, or prosthetic devices, or … well, let’s leave some things to the magic of the movies.
The biggest problem with “Vol. I” is that it is clearly only part of a bigger film. The end note is well-chosen and creates an emotional cliffhanger, but we’re just halfway there.
Thus it’s hard to say whether von Trier has solved Joe’s story (and Seligman’s curious place in the story) because there’s no resolution at all. Joe describes herself as a sinner, but is Lars von Trier really going to take that at face value? Tune in for the next exciting chapter, opening hereabouts April 4.
“Nymphomaniac Vol. I” (three and a half stars)
The first half of director Lars von Trier’s study of a woman (Charlotte Gainsbourg) narrating the story of her sex life to a sympathetic stranger (Stellan Skarsgard). The movie’s got some explicit sex, but is no exploitation picture; von Trier is serious about his subject. With Shia LaBeouf, Stacy Martin.
Rating: Not rated; probably NC-17 for nudity, subject matter
Opening: Friday at Harvard Exit.