Walked out after Antichrist too (shocked? disturbed? apathetic?) numbed to sort the things I liked (there were some of those!) from those I didn't. Perhaps that was Big Lars' desired effect. Before the movie entered its nastiest stretch, I could sigh or laugh away its bad parts. Like the Fantastic Mr. Fox cameo, the relentless acorn hail, or the glorious slo-slo-mo shot of the undulous nutsack. (Non-diagetic insert shot committee, holla.) Even when the ugly stuff first started -- no spoilers! -- what popped into my head was this...
...with the snickering aside, "Well I guess everyone doesn't love a log."
But very quickly nothing was funny at all ever again.