Nymphomaniac (2013) - Film Review

Got to see Lars Von Trier's sex epic Nymphomaniac Part 1 and 2 the other day, missing the dirty mac brigade because of an iffy internet site for a bit of home viewing.

I enjoyed the film and not for the obvious reasons which has been well documented in the press and TV, sex.

I found the most interesting part of the film was interaction between Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg) and Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård), which was interrupted with some erotica has Joe recants her life of sex.

The first instalment (Part 1) was my favourite, I found the young Joe (Stacy Martin) bewitching.

In the film Joe regards herself as a nymphomaniac on a sex addict a much better definition for a women than the latter. Can a man be a nymphomaniac? It doesn’t sound right. On the erotica side of the film I found the senses involving Joe and K (Jamie Bell) as a nasty little sadist with a liking for pain, a long way from Billy Elliott.

Minus the penises

The film also gave me a laugh in among the darkness and pain, when Joe via a go between, arranges to meet a black African in a seedy hotel.He arrives at the room with his brother, we are lend to believe. They prod and poke Joe treating her like a piece of meat, jestering to take her clothes off all the time arguing in a known African language. After engaging in a brief bout of sexual active with Joe, they lose interest and have a shouting match leaving Joe sitting at the end of the bed. The director then comes up with an interesting camera angle, Joe in the foreground at the end of the bed with two rather large erect penises bouncing around.

Not a film to watch with your kids, no matter how old. In fact not even mum and dad.