If this was Andy’s favorite movie in 1995, there’s no way he would have wanted a Buzz Lightyear toy. Anyone who sees this movie would obviously want a Sox toy.
Half my theater was miserable or laughing throughout the film and mocked it while walking out of the theater. But Malick & Lubezki could make a film that consisted of nothing more than flies swarming around a pile of dog shit and I would still consider it art. So naturally I loved this. Fuck what anyone else thinks.
This might actually be my favorite Malick film, but it's very difficult for me to even choose a favorite. Everything he does is completely mesmerizing that I'd almost feel bad to say that I liked one of his films more than the rest of his filmography.