The Worst Person in the World

The Worst Person in the World ★★★½

Trier’s conclusion to his informally-titled Oslo trilogy retains the metafictional potential of Reprise and the sobering ennui of Oslo, August 31st, grafting their shared empathy towards the flaws and irrationality of human action onto the chassis of a romantic comedy with The Worst Person in the World, a frequently captivating, riotous, authentic, and heart-wrenching portrait of a woman constantly in search for the elusive meaning that life promises but withholds equally from her. Entitled Julie (in 12 Chapters) in French, it extracts from the titular character’s vacillating relationships with the world a humanism unobstructed by studio formulae and unyielding to the saccharine platitudes of bourgeois irreverence — sincerity abounds with Renate Reinsve’s sensitive mapping of a soul who has to come to terms with the messiness of life, the chance encounters with joys and sorrows it brings every single day. Trier is, unsurprisingly, mature, and a couple of sequences within this one can be truly said to be magical.

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