Don’t even pretend you’re not interested in Lars von Trier’s latest—a two-part epic about voracious sexual addiction, the “silent duck” (look it up), effeminate cake forks and all sorts of other crazy bedroom practices. The first chapter, starring Charlotte Gainsbourg, Shia LaBeouf, Uma Thurman and the boldly exposed Stacy Martin, is more playful than the second half.
We went without seeing Scarlett Johansson in Her; it’s good to have her back in the flesh in the spooky, stirring latest from director Jonathan Glazer (Birth, Sexy Beast), in which ScarJo plays an extraterrestrial who lures men to their doom while wrestling with her own identity crisis. This premise sounds like it belongs back in the Man Who Fell to Earth ’70s—we’re glad Hollywood is still up for the bizarre.
Tired of whiny teenage vampires? (Immortality is wasted on the young.) It’s finally time for some truly killer bloodsuckers, as embodied by the effortlessly cool Tilda Swinton and The Avengers’ Tom Hiddleston, as (after)life partners whose lust for each other is literally eternal. Best of all: Director-slash-downtown-legend Jim Jarmusch (Broken Flowers) returns to idiosyncratic form.
After watching Cameron Diaz squirm on a car windshield in The Counselor, we know she’s fully capable of going ape on an unfaithful boyfriend (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)—particularly once her character bonds with a neurotic force of nature in the form of Leslie Mann (This Is 40). Model Kate Upton rounds out the trio, proving that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned—let alone three of them.