Malick's twirling horndog period climaxes with an exasperating whimper (you know it's trouble when *i'm* restless during a movie that stars Rooney Mara and Cate Blanchett), but this still might be my favorite of the post-TREE OF LIFE adventures, if only because the film's freeform approach can be a nice complement for its portrait of drifting youth.
but like… does Malick have a tin ear for modern music, or was he just forced to work with whomever he found hanging around Austin at the time? a little bit of both? Patti Smith aside (and i'll spare a thought for Lykke Li), the music in this movie is... just fucking wretched.
also, it's frustrating to think of all the incredible footage…