Dancer in the Dark gave me motion sickness and nearly made me throw up. It took my day's happiness, ripped it into shreds, and flushed it down the drain somewhere in rural western Kazakhstan. At the end my girlfriend (with whom I had gone to the movie) and I hugged each other and cried for a couple minutes, then exited the theater and walked, shocked and rattled, the few blocks to her apartment.

That said, it was a fantastic movie. The emotional power was immense and felt immediately present. Björk was fantastic, she completely became Selma. I don't know that I ever want to see it again, but I probably do. I highly recommend it, but not on a day you're feeling down. It was amazing.