The films of art-world darling Matthew Barney are made as if he’s completely ignorant of the tradition of editing and composition. In this bombastic 2005 production, an overblown home movie with almost no dialogue, he and his gal pal Bjork travel on a Japanese whaling ship, get dressed up, and then, rather than become lovers, carve each other up while immersed in liquid Vaseline—his knife is way bigger than hers. Interspersed are shots of lightning worthy of a low-budget Roger Corman movie. The music Bjork wrote for the soundtrack is at least minimally accomplished, unlike Barney’s staggeringly vacant direction. 135 min.