The restless, yearning, and drifting late-period Malick sensibilities blend beautifully with this fleeting and fragmented meditation on youth. It's also not quite as surreal as I thought it would be to see Malick film a Sonic Drive-Through and Die Antwoord.

This is a more interesting, vibrant, pulpy, ridiculously entertaining, and all-around better prequel film than First Class. It has brutal action, actual tragic pathos, and a fairly strong thematic center of Logan's oscillation between human and animal.

Don't @ me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is all that I love about Shyamalan, with his idiosyncrasy turned up to 11; after another watch it might be my favorite of his films. It's utterly operatic and emotionally devastating.

This is an unbelievably accurate and gut-wrenching depiction of despair—an ever-deepening hole of waste and helplessness. The glimmers of salvation beyond the immanent frame of ecological destruction are the faintest imaginings, sustaining a deeply tortured ambivalence toward faith. Schrader's digital photography is affecting and so, so cold.

This is a masterpiece.