☼☼☼☼(☼) out of 10☼
Taking the "I don't even have to try anymore, 'cause my most ardent fans will swallow the microwaved hodgepodge anyway" attitude, Malick delivers a rather bland and messy high-brow, quasi-natural, faux-lyrical, almost self-mocking ensable cast drama which frequently appears as a frustratingly banal and dishonest soap-opera for hipsters, with Rooney Mara's loveliness, handsome locations and Emmanuel Lubezki's gorgeous cinematography being some of the film's few redeeming factors.
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ReplyDeleteTerrence Mallick, at seventy-three,
won't change for Me.
Microwaved hodgepodge or cold dish,
I prefer over raw fish.
Bland and messy, rather self-mocking,
sun-glasses indoors and heavy smoking.
Robotic ensemble-cast,
plot is a thing of the past.
Faux-lyrical, half-finished,
soap-opera or romance for hipsters?
Cups or Trees,
New World cinema;
...It's all fine, but he just crossed
my Thin Red Line.
Sjajno! :D
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