TV. With a Malick script, a film that elaborates a sort of non-sense with the sense of a non-happening, a kind of a Becketian re-creation of the Buddy movie, being, at the same time, a meaningless hiatus and the meaning of its weightlessness. It's a rare film from an industry that almost always sought for a direct speech, with two protagonists that are an exemplar embodiment of that (joyful) nonsensical.
Odd but pleasant film written by Terrence Malick. It doesn't achieve the poetic beauty that a lot of his work as director does, but it's interesting nonetheless. Both leads give unusual performance and Stuart Rosenberg's direction, with cinematography by Laszlo Kovacs, create a nice atmosphere for this contemporary western.