And the fact that the man has messy personal stories when it comes to women -- his mom confessed on her deathbed that the person he always believed to be his biological father wasn't (his real dad turned out to be her boss); he reportedly abandoned his pregnant wife for their young babysitter; etc. -- has provided his critics with plenty of ammo to make the claim that instead of idolizing his lead female characters (in Breaking the Waves, Dancer In the Dark and now this), he actually despises them as only a chauvinist pig can, by putting them through all manner of humiliation.
Similar fates, you may recall, befell Emily Watsonâs Bess in Breaking the Waves and Björkâs Selma in Dancer in the Dark.
The voice-over narration reminds us of Zentropa, the handheld wide-screen cinematography resembles that of Breaking the Waves, and the dissection of American pathology in terms of weakness, hypocrisy, and paranoia is reminiscent of Dancer in the Dark.
In Breaking the Waves and Dancer in the Dark, virtuous women endure unjust indignities at the hands of heartless townsfolk eager to project their own bigotry and insecurities upon their beatific female compatriots.
But that's just what we have in the case of Dogville by acclaimed Danish director Lars von Trier (Breaking the Waves).
One such filmmaker would be Lars von Trier, the creator of such uncomfortable viewing experiences as "Breaking the Waves" (in which Emily Watson's character had conversations with God and played both roles) and "Dancer in the Dark" (featuring Bjork as a guileless, nearly blind factory worker who winds up on death row, thanks to bad luck and poor communication).