Practically perfect. Martin Sheen as Kit is in a class by himself. That Malick had already found his voice so distinctly without a single credit is incredible; his instinct to eschew symbolism in favor of mere observation - and to refuse to judge his characters - is perfectly tuned. The visual style, while sometimes epically breathtaking, finds its voice in the details.
A fever dream of a crime story. Terrence Malick's directorial debut set him up as a filmmaker of epic caliber. The compositions of each shot are so grand in scope they almost require constant pausing to take everything in. Mixed in with an interesting story of brutality and rebelliousness, this film is a winner in every sense.
Yes, I do have to watch Bonnie and Clyde and Thelma and Louise (even though I feel I have, because the images of those films permeate so much of our western culture). But I did watch Natural Born Killers (not a road movie, I know). Watching this masterpiece by Terrence Malick, I realize that american culture evades me. I'm intrigued. What happens here? There is something strange that needs deeper investigation. *
Thinking about this film, i can't understand what happen with Malick. This is an absolute masterpiece, with all the elements that now he destroys. Space and time never been so beautiful work and of course, the precise notion of how to film nature (and not that thing that he does nowadays, creating plastic images with only purpose to be beautiful but completly emptied of meaning).
"He needed me now more than ever, but something had come between us. I'd stopped even paying attention to him. Instead I sat in the car and read a map and spelled out entire sentences with my tongue on the roof of my mouth where nobody could read them."
Without affectation of later Malick, 'Badlands' embeds liberally but explicitly into Americana the existential defiance of blue-collared everyman to a dead-end destiny of enslaved obscurity. In imitative idolatry of celebrity, and blown from societal disillusionment, the wanderlust of youthful naivety floats off into the sunset horizon, caught uninhibitedly with a curious eye of unlearned, childlike wonderment.
Aesthetically pleasing, but doesn't have much else going for it other than Sheen's disinterested performance. Malick's involvement seems almost accidental, as "Badlands" is not nearly as bad as the remainder of his thoroughly horrible oeuvre. That being said, everything which is distinctly Malick (the unnecessary voice-over in particular) heavily weighs it down.
"If I could sing a song about the way I feel right now, it'd be a hit" I just adore each shot of this movie. Malick's direction is always something to admire, the way he frames people is enchanting. The settings are magnificent. Some of the acting and screenplay come off as unnatural sometimes, though. It's a great movie, nevertheless.
Tenía tiempo sin verla. La primera vez me aburrió soberanamente. Esta vez volvió a ocurrir lo mismo. Obviamente no es una mala película, pero me parece, a riesgo de parecer audaz e irrespetuoso, una obra hipervalorada. Días de cielo, a diferencia, me parece magistral, de un lirismo visual sobrecogedor.