V. Lepistö 🏳️🌈’s review published on Letterboxd:
So at first you think you're about to see one of better Malick films and somewhere you notice you are almost sleeping with your eyes open. This is an empty man's fantasy that he's actually living or searching to be alive when all he does is dream and lives inside his head. Perhaps Malick didn't know that he was doing parody of himself... At first I was thinking that I'm going to love it despite I saw all the time that Terry didn't really know what he was doing or to be more precise, he thought he knew what he was doing. But no, this is Lubezki's film. Or rather collection of beautiful looking shots that some people are going to call "glimpses of life". I'm not here to call anybody names. I just feel sad that I couldn't enjoy it.