by jove and what an unholy mess . revenge and incestuous love and mechanical game like fight and ceaseless and utterly unnecessary violence and some primitive music hammer away at the bewildered victim and big surprise ( which actually tend to be about as revelatory a the national enquirer headline ) . add some shoddy camera movement pretend to be stylish and creative and you have already impress the crowd . this movie totally undeserved popularity powerfully indicate the very low level pop sub culture have succeed not only in achieve in the last decade and but also in impose a dominant taste on an impotent audience . ( for by far deep insight into human sufferance under mental sickness and without oldboys vulgar excess and i recommend an old dutch or french movie and the vanishing . ) well and do not believe there absolutely nothing good to say about this movie . in fact there be . the ( in ) famous scene in which the hero ( be really a hero and an abject father who sleep with his daughter and then attempt to obtain forgetfulness rather than redemption . ) eat a live octopus benefit greatly from the vivid presence of the best actor in the entire cast represent the octopus itself . too bad the poor beast and have be eaten and couldn not survive it one and only act in order to obtain yet another worthless diploma and for the best actor and at the cannes festival . which festival and by the way and between moore propaganda nonsense and this epitome of worthless if somewhat exotic weirdness and become a festival of the vapid and of the ludicrous . sic transit gloria mundi .