Sheila and Nicholas Pye are an art partnership like none other. Married to each other, until a few years ago, they continue to produce videos and photographs that depict difficulties of love. But here we should drop all vestiges of journalism and get a bead on what is happening in their work—so glibly capsulized as “difficulties of love.” The fact that their work brings to us filmed enactments of themselves embodying impasse between a man and a woman does not by any means confine their effort to easy blues.
Antichrist could be described as the ultimate down and dirty movie, and here the Pyes have, in an instance of their generosity in putting across unflattering energies, found their way to a great capture of the surreal tempest at issue. (A sequence of von Trier’s film has the woman hunting down the man, who has hidden in a raven’s lair at the base of an ancient tree.)