My problem with much of Lars von Trier's filmography is that he seems to be oblivious as to how pretentious and utterly tasteless, cruel, and cynical he's being. Whether he does know this or not (I'm sure he does) is besides the point, that's how his films read. The House That Jack Built is the first of his (that I've seen) in which he takes the self-aware approach - literally framing the film through a Socratic dialogue about the act…
I still have somewhat of a hard time accepting that third act tonal shift; I am not sure Aster really earned where it led. However, few films, especially in the modern horror genre, stand out as being as bold as Aster's debut, or as effective. In the end, I really cannot fault this film for much beyond my own personal preference.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Here is my meager attempt at gathering my thoughts about this brutal masterpiece into one place. Also, shoutout to my homie Cristian for bringing up some of the ideas I talk about here too.
Phoenix's performance is one of the best of the year. That's not saying much as the year is young and I've only seen 18 films released this year so far. It would have ranked among the top five had I seen it last year. It's a…