2 hours of meaningless series of fashion ads. Fashion covers architecture, gardening, philosophy and more. Dialogue is made of trivial sentences uttered in an inspired tone, e. g. "Don't forget you have a soul." For sure, the author has no pity on the spectator or the characters and the corresponding players. Bale doesn't seem to enjoy his part at all. The problem is, his uneasiness contaminates the audience. The other characters are almost inexistent. Women are mostly remarkable for their buttocks.
Mister Malick ignores the art of critical realism, or should I say critical idealism. That is, it is perfectly possible to represent boredom in a way that awake some positive reactions in the viewer. I my case the reaction would have been sleep, if the theater had more comfortable seats. Another negative point is the abuse of images of the ocean, sand, waves, sunsets or maybe sunrises, and palm trees. The average tourist with his tablet can certainly approximate this flood of images.
Mister Malick ignores the art of critical realism, or should I say critical idealism. That is, it is perfectly possible to represent boredom in a way that awake some positive reactions in the viewer. I my case the reaction would have been sleep, if the theater had more comfortable seats. Another negative point is the abuse of images of the ocean, sand, waves, sunsets or maybe sunrises, and palm trees. The average tourist with his tablet can certainly approximate this flood of images.