The premiere tale in Lars von Trier’s “Nymphomaniac” saga documents the sexual escapades of Joe (Charlotte Gainsborough, “Antichrist”), a self-proclaimed nymphomaniac.

“Volume One” maps six chapters of Joe’s controversial lifestyle as told by her to a lowly fly-fisherman Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård, “Good Will Hunting”).

Joe’s story is woven with an interlacing parallel to fly-fishing and its uncanny similarities to the art of seduction, spiced with shocking depictions of human behavior and well-timed chuckles.

From a young age, Joe shows signs of premature sexual discovery and promiscuity.

Newcomer Stacy Martin, who plays a young Joe, invokes a sultry and emotionally detached persona to perfection.

Uma Thurman’s (“Kill Bill”) portrayal of a hysterical wife whose husband leaves her for an unsympathetic Joe steals the movie, despite her small role, in a surprisingly side-tickling scene.

Shia Lebeouf took on some heat, while promoting the film, for sporting a paper bag that read, “I am not famous.”

Kooky antics aside, Lebeouf is marvelous as the carelessly elegant Jerôme.

With an average of ten sexual partners a day, Joe grows bored and finds her sex-life is missing the key-ingredient: love – which she reluctantly finds in Jerôme.

Viewer discretion is strongly advised as Lars von Trier tops his previous masterpieces “Antichrist” and “Melancholia” in explicit content.

From fellatio to penetration, Volume One shows it all – even a montage of various penises ranging from big and black to small and blonde.

Graphic material aside, “Nymphomaniac: Volume One,” at its core, is the raw, majestic account of a withering soul with an atrocious addiction.