The greatest actors in the world can't overcome a script that boils everything down to the Esperanto of cliche.

The thing works in its goofy way, mainly because Bille August is a man of apparently dauntless conviction. He has written and directed every scene with serene authority.

The flaws aren't fatal. The beauty and brilliance that might have been, don't preclude the quality and bravery that exist on the screen.

It's artsy polyglot baloney. Not house that's this divided against itself could possibly stand.