Lars von Trier planning ten short films.

Speaking of which--

I had the weirdest dream last night that I went to a pre-release screening of The House that Jack Built with a bunch of critics and none of us knew anything about it except that it was being marketed as a cheesy PG-13 romantic comedy and Von Trier wanted us to go in completely blind.

It turned out to have cinematography that looked like a Joe Wright period piece meets The Lost City of Z, and absolutely nothing happened in terms of plot with the exception of an out-of-nowhere montage of tendons, thighs and penises getting sliced open in extreme close-up that made everybody in the theater wince and look away from the screen.

One hour in, the lights went back up and we were told that that was it, the distributor was releasing it in three 60-minute installments to make more money out of it and there'd be another screening in the future for Volume II. I walked out of the theater thinking "that was an absolute waste of time", went to the box office to ask when the next installment would be out, and then my alarm clock went off and I woke up.