Lars Von Trier: the world’s most hardcore director?

The Danish filmmaker has taken a vow of media silence, so we got the lowdown on Lars from the cast of his new film, “Nymphomaniac”

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Twenty-two-year-old London-based actress Martin plays the younger version of Joe, a damaged sex addict and the main character of Nymphomaniac.

I was still training as an actress in London when I went for a screen test in Copenhagen. Lars was very quiet. When we started shooting, I made a deal with him: he said that if I ever felt uncomfortable, I had to tell him. You can’t show the life of a nymphomaniac without showing sex: my concerns were that we knew the boundaries. I had a nudity contract, I had a porn double. I wore a fake vagina. I wasn’t going to have sex: my porn double Cindy was going to do that!

The hardest part was giving a crap blowjob. Not that I give a good one, but Lars was shouting, “Stacy, you have to give him a bad blowjob!” It’s a plastic thing they make look real. They were like: “Do you want cherry or blackcurrant gloss on it?” I was thinking: What? It has to look lubricated.

Watching the finished film was very strange. There I am, naked, and it looks like I’m having sex. I’m like: That’s my sex face? No!

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Nymphomaniac: Part One

  • Rated as: 4/5

There’s plenty of flesh, although the film is rarely, if ever, what most people would call erotic or pornographic. It’s neither deeply serious nor totally insincere; hovering somewhere between the two, it creates its own mesmerising power by floating above specifics of time and place.
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Nymphomaniac: Part Two

  • Rated as: 4/5

Is there any sign here of a chastened Von Trier after the ‘I’m a Nazi’ scandal? You only have to hear Skarsgård’s character musing on how non-active paedophiles ‘deserve a medal’ to know the answer. He might not have been in control of the edit, but the frank, unflinching and playful two-part ‘Nymphomaniac’ couldn’t have been made by anyone else.
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