Von Trier and a collaborator come up with a script about a plague that threatens all of Europe; in case anyone forgets it's a movie about an epidemic - and believe me, this is highly likely - there's a watermark of the title in the upper left-hand corner of the screen at all times. As a film, it's disjointed, meandering and altogether forgettable - it can't even stick to its own idiotic plot, drifting off into multiple directions to little effect (the section on having pen pals in Atlantic City, NJ is amusing if a tad mean-spirited). This was made in the pre-Breaking the Waves days when von Trier hadn't properly formed his vision of social cinema and started to emphasize performance over style.
Director: Lars von Trier
Year Released: 1988