Dancer in the Dark just went too far, meaning it eventually threw me like one of those mechanical bull things. As I watched it, I had such a powerful reaction to her exploitation that I was emotionally wrecked, but about 80% of the way through, her agony became so extreme that I ... started laughing. He just went to far, and I was like, OK, we just broke suspension of disbelief, and now her suffering is so extreme that it feels like someone is daring him to see how far he can go. Like in "Mother" (film): it went from tortuous to off-the-fucking-rails in a really funny exciting way. It didn't help that Kristen Wigg was an executioner, because I already think she's hilarious.