Lars von Trier is on pins and needles. He made no secret of the root causes of evil that we carefully concealed in our daily life. I was afraid of being exposed, but finally I couldn't help the temptation to open this room. I made it. Lars Von Trier's shameless display of sin so close to it made me worry about the obsessive-compulsive murderer's ability to perfectly hide his bloodstains, gasping for breath after the "resurrection" of the man he "strangled". When the "pervert" can complete artistic expression, you can't estimate how much information he can convey. He shoved the meat into my mouth, told me you wanted to eat it, it was delicious, and then controlled my jaw to finish chewing, and I chewed the rotting meat in disgust and pain, teeth mechanically biting, opening, biting, opening , until I found his hand was loose, I was still chewing and swallowing, I would never admit that I liked, no one would admit that, through tears of sadness, he was looking at me from a distance, laughing Say, this is you. Lars von Trier is so shameless.
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