I was being tongue in cheek with my outrage at your comment, but honestly I would rather stick forks in my face than watch this. I'm not a fan of Lars von Trier at the best of times (I find most of his films pretty sadistic towards their female characters) but this one sounds just unbelievably awful to me. Just…

As a European, I take great exception to that.

yeah,i don't even want to see him in clothes

Lindy's "I Watched __ So You Don't Have To" series wasn't meant to be a bunch of reviews. I think the title makes it clear that she's going to recap stuff (in the most hilarious way possible, might I add.)

I'm thinking he has.

"Like American Apparel Ad: The Movie—long on the male gaze and short on female humanity"

You can tell this is fiction because no one has ever masturbated thinking about Shia LeBeouf.

I don't want to see Shia LeBeouf have sex. End of story.

Well, she must have had a decent account but at the same time, it's not like she was racking up new bills either. Though what I find a little weird is that no credit card company noticed she wasn't using her cards, the gas/ electric company didn't notice no usage, etc.

"Gainsbourg's character begins to cry while having sex with Shia LaBeouf's penis, and then screams, "I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING. I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING. I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING.""

Oh wow! So the cops came by for a check & didn't think anything was off? Good policing, gents.

Agreed. If you buy something that looks bad on a model, you're going to have a bad time.

According to CNN, one of her neighbors cut her lawn regularly. They also had the information that one of her other neighbors called the police for a welfare check in 2007 because no one had seen this woman for a while. They apparently didn't think anything was amiss. The whole story is very strange.

You know, I don't have such a hard time believing this. I see my neighbors but am only friendly with a few of them, and really it's only the ones next door I would notice if they were gone. Everybody's got a different schedule. There are houses in our neighborhood where the mail piles up, too, but I don't really pay…

My neighbour died and had been there for almost a week before anyone noticed. His poor cat was in the house alone with him, too. We were devastated and felt horrible that we'd not even checked up on him; life just gets in the way.

I read this this morning and realized that you can add up all the existentialist writings of the twentieth century and it still won't amount to one tenth of this story's distillation of what it means to be a lonely soul in a meaningless universe.

It reminds me of Joyce Carol Vincent, who was dead in her bedsit for two years before anyone noticed. (And this was definitely before auto-pay was a thing.) There was a documentary made about her, Dreams of a Life, which broke my heart.

Very funny, but even though I know this is supposed to be comedic the only thing I can think is "there is no way you would get a job at a law firm wearing at outfit like that."

"We represent cats in criminal trials"