It feels everything but, actually, with Trier’s fleet-footed montages, wry voice-more than, and ecstatic moments of magical realism producing a perception of an artistic work with its arms flung wide open. This is a work of artwork about a get the job done of artwork that helps make it crystal clear that art is work. It’s a tale of slow-boiling grief and shame and the means that art complicates the way we ponder our individual life.