A Hole in My Heart

The question is: do we need to be hauled through scene after scene of drab, dehumanized behavior so that we may see, or at least hear, humanity restored at the end?

Moodysson comes on like de Sade crossed with Godard, yet by locking us outside of his characters, he fails to make them even contemptuously compelling.

An experimental, transgressive work that pretty much fails on every level.

Moodysson doesn't use this borrowed aesthetic to study what's on his plate; he's just out to cause a scene.

The film is yet another proof of Moodysson's fearlessness and his willingness to push forward and break through the boundaries of convention.

Not a film that's easy to enjoy, it's nevertheless one that you won't forget in a hurry.

It's harrowing to watch just how far these four actors are willing to go to bring Moodysson's vision to life, and their dedication commands respect, even as it dares you to keep your eyes on the screen.

The degradation inflicted on the characters in Moodyson's A Hole in My Heart is also inflicted on the viewers... an excruciating and appalling experience.