Jackplayedis a serial killer and an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. He will stay at the crime scene and repeatedly determine whether there are blood stains in each place. At the same time, he was a well-trained engineer, but his limited vision hindered his efforts to build his own house. In a conversation with a mysterious stranger, he confessed to some of the most serious murders he had committed: smashing to death an annoying woman seeking help because a vehicle broke down; strangling an old widow who lived alone; hunting mother and child who were on a picnic; cutting to death Take down the breasts of the woman you’re dating for the first time; put a few men in a row and try how many people can headshot with one bullet. In Jack's eyes, these victims are just pieces of art. As the obstruction from the police gets closer and closer, he will take a greater risk to complete his ultimate artwork
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The House That Jack Built movie plot
2022-01-06 08:01
Extended Reading
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Paris 2022-01-06 08:01:27
Evil is mediocre, Feng Dacrazy must know this. Jack, who represents his desire to destroy, is not an architect, but an engineer. He only knows how to fiddle with materials, but he can't always change the house. Therefore, although the five chapters of the film until the end of the film are violent, they seem procrastinated and boring. After all, they are just piling up violent materials. In the end, a Virgil is needed to finally put the stacked human body materials into an artistic house. The audience finally saw the truly great art at the end. Von Trier is saying: Art can show evil, it is art that belongs to hell, but it can also achieve Baudelaire's greatness-God knows why he spends so much effort to explain a thing that does not need to be explained. One potential danger is that he is ignorant about what exactly "Virgil" represents. What is it that turns such evil into art? Is it love? Is it moral? Is it the superego? I don't think he knows it himself.
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Aric 2022-03-23 09:02:32
A master piece, a great piece.ps: The ending is very Bergman.
The House That Jack Built quotes
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Jack: Imagine a man walking down a street underneath the street lamps. Right under a lamp, is shadow is the densest but also the tiniest. Then, when he starts to move, his shadow grows in front of him. The shadow becomes bigger and bigger while it thins out. And the shadow behind him from the next lamp post emerges and becomes shorter and shorter until it reaches its ultimate density, as the man stands directly underneath the light. Let's say that the man standing underneath the first lamp post is me when I've just committed a murder. I feel strong and content. I start to walk, and the shadow in front of me grows bigger, like my pleasure. But at the same time, pain is on its way, represented by the shadow behind me from the next lamp post. And at the midpoint between the lamp posts, the pain is so great it outweighs my pleasure. And with every step forward, pleasure dissolves and pain intensifies behind me. Finally, the pain is so unbearably intense that I have to act. So when I reach the point with the next lamp in zenith, I will kill again.
Verge: I know you want to be someone special, Jack, but let's face it, this illustration can be used for any addict's tale of woe. The alcoholic empties the bottle at the zenith etc, etc. But what about the family?
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Jack: Albert Speer invented "The Theory of Ruin Value" by examining the Greek and Roman ruins, and constructed his buildings using both weaker and stronger materials so that they, in a thousand years, would appear as aesthetically perfect ruins.
Verge: Which fortunately were smashed to atoms in mere few years after their construction. Hubris is punished by nemesis if I may use an old-fashioned expression.
Jack: But an artist must be cynical and not worry about the welfare of humans or Gods in his art. This talks about the value of ruins makes it too obvious, not to mention, another subject. The value of icons.
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Jack: The Stuka. Without a doubt the world's most beautiful airplane and to top it off featuring an eerily sophisticated detail. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.
Verge: No, by God that has never interested me but do tell me about it.
Jack: The Stuka was a dive-bomber. They say that the pilots actually passed out for a brief moment during the actual dive.
Verge: But the detail, per favore.
Jack: Fantastic. Incomparable. Notice the sound when the plane dives.
Verge: The screeching sound. A result of poor design if you ask me.
Jack: Poor design? Please. On the contrary, the screeching was intrinsic sirens were attached to the undercarriage of the plane purposely designed as a psychological act of war. No one who heard it in action will ever forget that sound. It made the blood run cold in everyone's veins. Know as Jericho's Trumpet.
Verge: Sadistic, but in your eyes probably a masterpiece.
Jack: No, more than a masterpiece. An icon. The person or persons, who conceived the Stuka and its functions were icon-creators. What I'm getting at is this: As disinclined as the world is to acknowledge the beauty of decay it's just as disinclined to give credit to those... no, credit to us, who create the real icons of this planet. We are deemed the ultimate evil. All the icons that have had and always will have an impact in the world are for me extravagant art.
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Jack: The noble rot.
Verge: STOP IT... YOU ANTICHRIST! I DON'T RECALL EVER HAVING ESCORTED A SO THOROUGHLY DEPRAVED PERSON AS YOU, JACK. Since you have now apparently set your heart in mass extermination let me make a brief comment about the Buchenwald camp that emphasises my attitude towards art and love.
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Verge: In the middle of this concentration camp stood a tree and not just any old tree, but an oak and not just any oak, but the one Goethe when he was young, sat beneath and wrote some of humanity's most important works. Goethe. Here you can talk about masterpieces and the value of icons! The personification of humanism, dignity, culture and goodness was by the irony of faith suddenly present in the middle of one of the all time greatest crimes against humanity.