Scott's review of a film that will almost certainly be in his top ten this year.
Gosling is the perfect lead for an improvisational film, Fassbender brings his manic energy and seems to leap from the screen, Rooney Mara continues to be puzzlingly cast and, to my eye, couldn't act her way out of a paper bag (luckily she has the world's most fascinating midriff-- men are powerless to resist!) and it should be criminal to advertise that Natalie Portman was in this. To the extent that you're willing to be submissive to Malick's vision of film as a ballet with the whole world as a stage, you'll be able to accept the beauty and vibe with the slow banalities of his voiceovers. I literally laughed out loud when the final scene ended, abruptly to my mind, and the screen read "Written and Directed by Terrence Malick." Yeah, I guess someone writes fortune cookies too, but you don't see them trying to get credit for it.
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