Jake Isgar’s review published on Letterboxd:
Malick has increasingly forgone traditional narrative in favor of a visual & auditory free-form, connecting fragmented ideas and sense memories through a language of dreams. A non-try hard Christian Bale acts as a conduit for musings on philosophies, wandering through various cathedrals -- domestic spaces, landscapes, modern architecture -- searching for meaning. Such a pilgrimage has its high points & detours, but when you get on this film's wavelength it can be as transportive and rewarding as the rest of his work. Plus, any party scene that takes five seconds to call Joe Mangianello fantastic is one worth attending.