I walked out of "Antichrist" with about twenty minutes left in the movie (by my calculations). Could not hang. Thought a lot about:
A) movies I could never make.
B) images I never want to see.
The first two thirds of the movie stressed me the fuck out. I tried to drown out the images with some loud, happy music on the way home. It ... only kind of worked. I want to say it's my favorite von Trier movie, up until I left, of course. But I also don't know how I could:
A) consider the experience enjoyable.
B) ever seriously return to it.