Sadly, the real Thomas Vinterberg appears to be standing up. But for what exactly?
Leave it to the Dogme brothers to do a strange, darkly comedic tale about a posse of dandies that fall in love with their guns.
| Original Score: A-
Entre la sátira, la fábula y el comentario crítico (...) el interés se pierde y no convencen.
| Original Score: 2/5
The highlight is when a female member of the Dandies bares her breasts, which is about as pointless as the rest of the film.
| Original Score: C-
Naive, corruptible, lonely young man meets femme fatale, and it all leads, inevitably, absurdly, to destruction.
| Original Score: 3/4
The result is mixed.
a private joke for two guys who should know better.
| Original Score: 1/5
We get it, Lars. Actually, we got it some time ago. Guns are bad things. They kill people and Americans are obsessed with them. Can we move on now?
| Original Score: 2/4
The film has the unmistakable imprint of [Lars] von Trier, with its heavy-handed tirade, masquerading as satire, assailing what he perceives to be America's obsessions with guns and violence.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Von Trier's caricature of teen angst and Vinterberg's junkyard-chic stylistic flourishes aren't about anything but their loathing of American culture.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
you won't know whether to laugh, cry, or moon the screen. Von Trier shoots, von Trier scores.
If Jamie Bell can't rescue a movie, it's probably not salvageable.
The message doesn't come through with any particular wit or metaphoric punch, and it makes such a strong case for the joys of gun ownership that it could serve as a recruiting film for the National Rifle Association.
| Original Score: C
When you have to ask yourself whether this parable is intended as comedic satire or stone-cold-serious moralizing, that's a big sign that you're watching a misfire.
| Original Score: C+
A dumb movie that thinks it's smart is the worst kind of awful.
| Original Score: 1/4
Wendy might have a bizarre sense of locale and idolatry, but the imagination of the filmmakers is just enough to help swallow their incredibly condescending posturing.
| Original Score: B+
the story makes no sense and depends upon people acting based on some crazed Dane's mental stereotype of Americans rather than actual human beings.
The scenario's practically straitjacketed in commentary. Von Trier's weak story doesn't help.
Unable to determine its goal, Dear Wendy is a tweener, ideologically doctrinaire on the one hand and a wannabe hot youth movie on the other.
Baroque gun-toting fantasy and an uneasy sound track by the 1960s Zombies make this the heavy teen self-destruct flick of the year.
| Original Score: 8/10