This film is audacious and bold. It feels like a nightmare happening in the midst of sad marriages and insurmountable domestic boredom. A film that reminds us of its excess, (a wedding sequence that literally stages the question of its monumental expense) which then is clouded in existential anxiety, nostalgia, and artistic reverence for religious auteurs. The end of the world experienced through the most empty, and scared, social echelon. A Lars film that enchants us with beauty and depressed feelings, of death and hopelessness, of desire and lovelessness.