Antichrist

Blogs have been abuzz today with the trailer premiere for Lars Von Trier's Antichrist. One of the best posts I've read today comes from the Guardian's Film Blog. Xan Brooks writes that although the trailer sells the film as a "genre hackpiece," Von Trier will deliver better. And he really drives home the point here:

To test this theory I've just watched the trailer for Marley and Me. It looks quite bad. And yet, if you told me that Von Trier had directed this, I worry that I'd be quietly filing it as some subversive art-film in the guise of a romcom, perhaps with the naughty dog serving as a metaphor for unchecked American imperialism. And for this I blame Von Trier; that infernal tease, that dastardly jester. We have reached the point in our relationship when I can't tell if he's pulling my leg or not.

Will Antichrist be another piece of garbage torture porn? We'll have to wait until May. (Also, can anything that Serge Gainsbourg is remotely connected to be that bad?)