Love and lust. From the perspective of, say, a nymphomaniac. A nymphomaniac named Joe.
When it comes to relationships, some settle for lust, while others absolutely insist that love have something to do with it. Of course for all practical purposes there must be millions and millions of versions of either one. With millions and millions more to come. On the other hand, what do I know about being a nymphomaniac? Though I have met a couple. None like Joe though.
Let’s face it, a child’s first experience with sexuality can sometimes have a profound effect on her life. It might be a fulfulling, even exhilarating experience; or it might be traumatic, even horrific.
Joe’s experience on the other hand could not possibly have been more mechanical. She may just as well have gone fishing.
In fact, this being a Lars von Trier film, there are going to be surreal, nonlinear elements interspersed throughout it. Like Joe detailing her near pornographic sex life to Seligman and Seligman reacting to it by making allusions to [among other things] fly fishing. The way in which he is only able to understand her by groping somehow to fit what she tells him into his own world. Which she herself has little or not understanding of. And with sex and love this becomes all the more problematic given the distance [measured existentially] between them. And of course your own reaction to them will in turn be measured entirely from an existential vantage point.
We might just as well leave it all up to the roll of a die. As young Joe does.
And then interspersed between their conversations [and the sex] are segments that seem devoted to suggesting that so much of what we do [on the job for example] is quite superficial and superfluous. Even absurd when delving into the function of, say, a cake fork:
Segilman: You must admit that a cake fork is a practical tool. It’s like a cross between a knife and fork. The point is that you’re supposed to be able to hold the cake dish with one hand and then cut the cake with the other. And then eat it with a fork. If not feminine, it’s at least bourgeois.
Then it all becomes interwined in numbers and math and music and [of course] death.
Ultimately it is about how we either do or do not make contact with others. And the extent to which we can close the gaps in discussing it. Or only succeed in making them all the wider. But then in turn, ultimately, this can only be my own reaction.
And it goes without saying that a film such as this will spark some controversy: indiewire.com/article/how-la … ersial-hit
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[b]Shia LaBeouf was asked to send pictures of his penis in order to obtain his role. He subsequently decided to send in personal sex tapes of him and his girlfriend having sex in order to convince Lars von Trier to cast him.
While the film features unsimulated sex, exposed genitals and penetration were digital compositions of pornographic actors onto the bodies of the film’s actors.
A prosthetic penis was used for the blow job scene on the train.
According to Stellan Skarsgård, the “chocolate sweets” portion of the first chapter is based on an anecdote told by a female friend of Lars von Trier about how she and a friend dared each other to have sex with people on a train for a bag of candy.
Nymphomaniac: Vol. I (2013) is the second film featuring Uma Thurman to be cut into two films due to length issues. The first was Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) and Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004). [/b]
at wiki: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nymphomaniac_(film
trailer: youtu.be/AO0lTueqXT0
NYMPHOMANIAC [VOLUME I] 2013
Written and directed by Lars von Trier
[b]Joe: I do not need an ambulance.
Seligman: Clearly you need one. I’m calling one.
Joe: In this case, I’ll be gone before you get back.
Seligman: That’s gonna hurt.
Joe: It is possible, but it does not matter to me.
Seligman: I assume you do not want me to call the police too.
Joe: Yes, exactly
Seligman: Do you want something?
Joe: I would like a cup of tea with milk.
Seligman: Well, you have to come with me. I do not serve tea in the street.
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Joe: Maybe I now know where to start. But you understand I’ll have to tell the whole stor. And it will be long.
Seligman: Long is good.
Joe: And moral, I’m afraid.
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Joe: When I was very young, I was mechanically inclined. Kinetic energy, for example, has always fascinated me. And my friend, let’s call her B, was always inventing something new. Playing frogs was one of B’s classics.
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Seligman: Why do you say that children are sinful?
Joe: Children are not. I am.
Seligman: I see no sin anywhere. But I’m not religious.
Joe: This is because you do not know the rest of the story. Speaking of which, I’m not religious.
Seligman: Why do you take the worst aspect of religion…the concept of sin…and let it survive beyond religion? I do not understand this self-hatred.
Joe: Well, that’s what I said. You would not understand.
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Young Joe: If I asked you to take my virginity, would that be a problem?
Jerôme: No, I don’t see a problem.
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Joe: I never forgot those two humiliating numbers.
Seligman: Three-five? Those are Fibonacci numbers…
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Joe: The train trip increased my appetite, and soon B and I and started a club called “Little Flock”.
[a group of young girls are chanting]
Girls: Mea vulva, mea maxima vulva.
Joe: B, of course, was the leader, since she was the most daring. She was raised Catholic. I know you must know the practices of the Catholic Church.
The girls: Mea vulva, mea vulva, mea maxima vulva.
Seligman: Interesting. Blasphemous, satanic music. The interval between B and F is a tritone. The range of the devil. The music was banned in the middle ages.
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Joe: The club was about fucking…about having the right to be horny. We masturbated together, that sort of thing. But it was rebellious. We could not have boyfriends. No fucking the same guy more than once.
Seligman: What did you rebel against?
Joe: Love.
Seligman: Love?
Joe: We pledged to combat the love-fixated society.
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B [to Joe about her relationship with Alex]: The secret ingredient to sex is love.
Joe [relating this to Seligman]: For me, love was just lust with jealousy added. Everything else was just total nonesense. For every hundred crimes committed in the name of love, only one is committed in the name of sex.
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Seligman [after Joe relates her new feelings for Jerome]: Love is blind.
Joe: No, no, no, it’s worse. Love distort things. Or even worse, love is something you’ve never asked for. The erotic is something that I did ask for…or even demanded of men. But this idiotic love…I felt humiliated by it. And all the dishonesty that follows. The erotic is about saying yes. Love appeals to the lowest instincts, wrapped up in lies. How do you say yes when you mean no and vice versa? I was ashamed of what I became but it was beyond my control.[/b]
Got that? Of course, nobody ever really gets it right because it is one of those things where nobody ever can.
[b]Joe’s father: It’s actually the souls of the trees we’re seeing in the winter. In summer everything is green and idyllic but in the winter, the branches and the trunks all stand out. Just look at how crooked they all are. The branches have to carry all the leaves to the sunlight. That’s one long struggle for survival.
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Mrs. H [to Young Joe]: Would it be alright if I show the children the whoring bed? After all, they also have a stake in this event.
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Mrs. H [to her children, referring to Joe’s bedroom]: Let’s go see daddy’s favorite place!
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Seligman [after Joe relates her fantastical experience with Mr. and Mrs. H]: So how did this episode affect your life.
Joe: Not at all.
Seligman [nonplussed]: Not at all?
Joe: No. You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.
Seligman: Oh, yes, that’s true. Some blame the addict. Others feel sorry for him.
Joe: But I was an addict out of lust, not out of need.
Seligman [chuckling]: You would say that, wouldn’t you?
Joe: And lust had led to all of the destruction around me. Anywhere I went.
…
Joe: What are you reading?
Seligman: I’m not reading really. Im just reacquainting myself with Edgar Allen Poe.
Joe: I don’t know him.
Seligman: Well, he was avery anxiety-ridden man
[long pause]
Seligman: He died in the most fearful way you can imagine, in something called delirium tremens. It occurs when the long time abuse of alcohol is followed by a sudden abstinence. And your body goes into some kind of hypersensitive shock. You can see the most horrifying hallucinations…like rats and snakes and cockroaches just coming out of the floors and worms slithering in the walls. One’s entire nervous system is on high alert and you have a constant panic and paranoia…and then the circulatory system fails. But the panic and horror remains until the moment you die.
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Seligman [narrating Poe]: During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
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Young Joe: How can you not be afraid?
Father [who was a doctor]: I have seen many die. Then there’s that quote from Epicurus about not fearing death. “When we are, death has not come. When death has come, we are not.”[/b]
In theory, as it were.
Joe [to Jerome]: Fill up all of my holes.