Terry Malick knows that half of those who
view this film will dismiss it as artless drivel,
yet he fearlessly continues his quest of deconstructing
the narrative, and deconstructing, and deconstructing,
until we're left with tone poems of the grandest sort,
masterfully shot and editing to flow
most perfectly from beginning frame to end.
You've got balls, Terrence; people tend to be wary
of works that expand the visual art form
(obviously unknowing that this expansion is taking place)
because they are unsure of whether abstraction,
rather than concreteness, is capable of creating
poignancy and pathos, and so they doubt.
But how sure you are, and how marvelously
you communicate your soulful wishes and
societal desires to the general populace.…