I never want to see Rory Kinnear’s face or this movie ever again.
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.