Somebody needs to bitch-slap Terrance Malick. Seriously! What the fuck, man! Has Malick lost all interest in telling a coherent story or making movies that are involving from beggining to end?
The first hour is intriguing. We sit there and think we might be in for a fascinating movie about the discovery of America and our brutal conflicts with the natives. But after an hour of that story Malick sort of loses interest and decides instead to focus on a three-way relationship between two guys and Indian woman. Whatever.
This movie has great sets, costumes, actors, photography but it lacks shape, focus and momentum. I love indulgent movies but not movies where the director seems to have contempt for the audience.
He doesn't care about us. He goes where he wants and fuck us for being idiots if we can't follow it.
This film actually made me angry because of what it could have been if Malick had worked with a top-notch writer and a producer willing to confront him. The potrayal of the Indians is totally fascinating and we are constantly teased with characters, information and ideas that never go anywhere.
Damn you, Mr. Malick. We need a great movie about this time period and you could have done it but for whatever reason you gave up half-way through. Why does coherency and accesibility scare you so much?
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