On the face of it, this is just rather crudely presented soft-porn; but I think that if you bother to look a little deeper then this is actually quite an empowering film. That not to say that it's good - I don't think it is; but it is one of the first films with what could be described as having anything like an A-list cast to deal with the sexual needs/wants/addictions of a woman. Charlotte Gainsbourg is a sexual animal who recounts the tales of her encounters to Stellan Skarsgård whom she has only just met having fainted whilst out walking in the woods. He acts as a rather sagely sounding board provoking and absorbing in equal measure - but clearly without any physical or sexual interest in her himself. There's a bit of the child-in-the-sweetshop about this von Trier effort: the more sex she gets; the more risqué the venue or the activity, the less rewarding she finds it - like any addiction, her nymphomania is never sated. There is plenty of sex, but none of it especially graphic or violent - and you see bits of Shia LaBeouf and Christian Slater that you might not have expected! At times it does come across as sleazy and tawdry, but that is all part of her insatiability and though I can't say I could recommend this; it is certainly far more sophisticated than many give it credit for.

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