Well, I just accidentally watched this film on a premium channel tonight. That's two hours I'll never get back.
Sorry, but the word that jumped into my mind (after "Kubrick?") within the first ten minutes was "pretentious." I don't know anything about Malick and frankly, I shouldn't need to know anything about the director to "get" a film.
As for the comment in this thread about directors making movies for themselves: As a writer I find this attitude amusing. I mean, if I want to write for myself, I'll write in a journal. If I publish thousands of copies and charge people money for it, then I'm no longer writing for myself.
Same here: If a director is putting together a major motion picture and then distributing it to theaters for people to pay hard-earned money to see it, he's NOT making it for himself, is he? Because otherwise he could simply make one copy and watch it in his home theater somewhere in L.A.
Having said that, I just couldn't get with the program. Sorry, all you philosophy majors and Malick fans out there. Within minutes I got the whole "yes, we're small and insignificant and look how awesome and huge the earth is, etc. etc. etc." The longer that sequence went on (oh, look, dinosaurs, what a shock! where are the apes with the monolith?), the more annoyed I got (despite the lovely images). I watch a movie to see a story told. If I want to watch awesome photography of earth, I'll watch the National Geographic Channel.
I started to wonder if Malick had to pay his writer based on how many words of dialogue he used and was trying to save money to pay for his awesome dinosaur and explosion shots. Sean Penn's world couldn't have gotten more sterile if they'd hosed off the footage with Clorox. Yesss, we get it. Move on... And setting the main focus of his point (well, the human aspects of his point) in the 1950s seemed irrelevant to me. This isn't how people act today. I get that this is how some people were raised and weaned -- myself included, having grown up in the 1960s -- but the setting and time period gave that whole sequence a sort of cliched quality to it, since we ALL know what the '50s were like, right? (Stereotypes, anyone?)
I realize I'm writing this right after seeing the movie, and I'm still pissed that I got sucked in to watch the whole thing (I was stunned into continuing to watch it, hoping against hope for an actual story with characters I'd care about, but frankly, I never really did).... This clouds this post. I admit that.
But seriously, I feel as if I'm the whistle-blower in The Emperor's New Clothes.
Once a movie's STORY becomes this inaccessible and ceases to be an actual story, it's lost me. The parts with actual people and characters was so small, insignificant, and unmoving that it mostly irked me. Bravo, Malick! Your point that we're insignificant was so well played that I didn't give a rip about these people. Why should I? They're only a blip on the huge radar screen of the history of mankind.
Do we have a graphic for a single kernel of popcorn? Preferrably the one that didn't pop right?
Sorry, but the word that jumped into my mind (after "Kubrick?") within the first ten minutes was "pretentious." I don't know anything about Malick and frankly, I shouldn't need to know anything about the director to "get" a film.
As for the comment in this thread about directors making movies for themselves: As a writer I find this attitude amusing. I mean, if I want to write for myself, I'll write in a journal. If I publish thousands of copies and charge people money for it, then I'm no longer writing for myself.
Same here: If a director is putting together a major motion picture and then distributing it to theaters for people to pay hard-earned money to see it, he's NOT making it for himself, is he? Because otherwise he could simply make one copy and watch it in his home theater somewhere in L.A.
Having said that, I just couldn't get with the program. Sorry, all you philosophy majors and Malick fans out there. Within minutes I got the whole "yes, we're small and insignificant and look how awesome and huge the earth is, etc. etc. etc." The longer that sequence went on (oh, look, dinosaurs, what a shock! where are the apes with the monolith?), the more annoyed I got (despite the lovely images). I watch a movie to see a story told. If I want to watch awesome photography of earth, I'll watch the National Geographic Channel.
I started to wonder if Malick had to pay his writer based on how many words of dialogue he used and was trying to save money to pay for his awesome dinosaur and explosion shots. Sean Penn's world couldn't have gotten more sterile if they'd hosed off the footage with Clorox. Yesss, we get it. Move on... And setting the main focus of his point (well, the human aspects of his point) in the 1950s seemed irrelevant to me. This isn't how people act today. I get that this is how some people were raised and weaned -- myself included, having grown up in the 1960s -- but the setting and time period gave that whole sequence a sort of cliched quality to it, since we ALL know what the '50s were like, right? (Stereotypes, anyone?)
I realize I'm writing this right after seeing the movie, and I'm still pissed that I got sucked in to watch the whole thing (I was stunned into continuing to watch it, hoping against hope for an actual story with characters I'd care about, but frankly, I never really did).... This clouds this post. I admit that.
But seriously, I feel as if I'm the whistle-blower in The Emperor's New Clothes.
Once a movie's STORY becomes this inaccessible and ceases to be an actual story, it's lost me. The parts with actual people and characters was so small, insignificant, and unmoving that it mostly irked me. Bravo, Malick! Your point that we're insignificant was so well played that I didn't give a rip about these people. Why should I? They're only a blip on the huge radar screen of the history of mankind.
Do we have a graphic for a single kernel of popcorn? Preferrably the one that didn't pop right?