havent seen this many bad beards since Gettysburg.
pretty big wasted opportunity with a cast this great and subject matter this interesting.
best part is when the nazi’s wife runs screams “HOW COULD MY HUSBAND BE A NAZI” only to run onto the porch where a cut to a wide shot reveals the house is in the southern plantation style.
excepting, ofc, where kindler absentmindedly scribbles a swastika while on the phone planning his murders, and has to add a few lines to disguise the shape.
Malick is a master of juxtaposition. The intertwining and diverging points of view here in turns frustrating and fulfilling satisfaction, the desires and fears of character and viewer constantly intersecting and reevaluating one another. Another phenomenally human work from Malick, and once again one that defies categorization.
"This. Only this."
this is not a good movie by any means. in fact, it’s honestly a pretty terrible one. plotless, nearly themeless, and shoddily cobbled together.
that being said, there’s a zaniness to it that reminds me of old school expanded universe novels (which of course, were also terrible novels) which i dig in spite of all better judgement. what can i say, space train robberies, space krakens, and floating head in jar musical performances scratch a very particular juvenile itch while…