Malick shows the true mark of a masterful director: letting Imogen Poots act in her native British accent
just as mesmerizing on a second view. particularly paid attention to how funny some of the film is, particularly in how the voiceover does not necessarily match with the onscreen happenings i.e. Gosling proclaiming his love for Mara over him and Fassbender bro-ing out and playing around on a piano.
the whole sequence toward the end beginning with the "I won't stop loving you – I don't think I can" Mara voiceover has some of the most affecting sound/music mixing…
still kind of reeling from a first viewing, but maaaan, that was something, so here's some extremely scatterbrained thoughts. it's a film that has a constant sense of amnesia at least within its visual/formal construction, dialogue, or both at the same time in the sense that any given moment is not at all dictated or caused by its preceding moment. in this sense the film is a joy to watch with Ruiz' imagination for surrealist visuals and absurdist situations unfolding…
star rating is somewhat meaningless/arbitrary here because there are certain parts which are just about as good as it gets for this genre/level of movie – most of the second half, anything involving Mia Goth, all of the Kubrick homage. for how heavy-handed and somewhat clunky a lot of the expository dialogue is for much of the first half (certain plot points are telegraphed to a fault) and to a lesser extent in the second, it's incredibly admirable how much…