The first cut. My first time. I watched the extended cut for the first time last week and was disappointed. The extra scenes of dialogue made it less impressionistic, and the intertitles just took me out of the experience. Because what an experience this is. Love sprung up from the earth, cruelly plucked out. Malick's use of Wagner over shots of flowing water brings to mind the Rhinegold that, here, can never be returned. Gorgeous, angrier than I remember, devastating.
"Where is Chantal?"
Tying her shoes, getting up, closing the curtains, and leaving the frame as composed as she began it. Sounds continue, but their sources are offscreen.
I don't know what drove Chantal Akerman to share so much of herself with us, but I wish I could thank her for it.