Malick is not focused on creating drama through a cumulative plot, but rather through an arrangement of experiences revealed to us through characters attempting to understand life, love, righteousness, and more in the contemporary world. Malick captures character disposition through landscape, using distances and spacing to create feeling, and character movement within those backdrops to construct emotion. Masterful.
Terrence Malick's poetic take on the Red Shoes-like artist narrative may not be for all, but for those willing to secede from conventional and stock storytelling, one may be greatly delighted by the risks Malick takes here. Song to Song is another masterpiece by one of America's greatest filmmakers.
for every film a bit more like the embarrassing uncle waxing poetically about young love when you 14 and your heart is fucking broken. it's not useless, its even radical at moments (especially if u imagine it in the multiplex) - but just so out of touch. Rihanna should've written, narrated and acted in it, imagine.
I've all but given up on Malick yet continue to watch, partly out of hope, partly out of curiosity. I don't know why but his winsome, half-assed aestheticising which was so infuriating in the last three films has its place here. Maybe it suits the unloftiness of the Austin music scene. Song to Song might still be a high-concept perfume commercial with occasional flashes of coherence but on this occasion it works.
For a start, this was infinitely more enjoyable and interesting than whatever the fuck Knight of Cups covered. Malick and Lubezki continue to explore their new language of cinema and it's a beautiful, beautiful thing. Song to Song is love in its very caucasian totality, so, yeah, it's flawed - but so is everything we love. Right, Terry?
Not quite the desaster expected (at this point, who did not completely give up on Malick ?), but still all the symptoms are there - old man repeating himself. Child running and laughing, woman playing in the curtains, sun shining in the background of every second shot, people lying on the flor (emotion) and this terrible terrible voice over. Just sad to see what Malick became. And his actors are as bad as one can be.
I get why people didn't enjoy his previous two films, and this one probably won't win them over either. And to an extent I get them. It can be tough to stay focused for the whole duration. But the cast and the characters they portray were great, the photography was beautiful (as always) and the story was engaging, so it ended up as a great, immersive visceral experience. If you're up for it.
A two hour perfume ad. A wide angle manifesto. Blindingly white. It's like ten issues of Architectural Digest, animated. Experience the deep existential sorrow of rich dudes and gals with infinity pools! Listen to Patti Smith! Beware of the music biz: it is a corrupting force! No, really. Go back to a simpler life! Lie down among the crops! Get some dirt under your fingernails! Mud! Mud is good for you.