What a steaming pile of shit dudes
>MUH ETERNAL SOULS STRUGGLE
I actually sort of like this movie, but it has a lot of issues. Basically missed opportunities: the movie. He should've retired after Tree of Life and left a perfect filmography. It seems he has nothing new to say and just redoes his old stuff less successfully. Unfortunate.
I heard those were real parties that Malick and his production team crashed and when they were politely asked to leave, Malick looked the hosts and their security guards straight in the eye and whispered, "Your words are thoughtless, my thoughts are wordless" as a single gust of wind suddenly blew his hat up into the sky.
I saw Terence Malick at a grocery store in San Fran yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person and congratulated him on Knight of Cups' forthcoming release, but I didn’t want to be a douche and burgeon vanity into his psychosphere with blurbs of his genius artistic merit and deprive him from the way of grace.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken existentially aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “Huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face, in an experiential strobe of moral sunderings burning to the nexus of my character. I barely walked away and continued with my shopping in an effort to bask myself in the quotidian miasma he had pierced like a sword, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen snickers in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be busy and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the snickers and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to preserve the uniquity of each material object, which should never be underestimated” and then turned around and winked at me. After she scanned each candy bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by praying really loudly.
Man I tried Malick. Heard such amazing things. Was super disappointed. Well, maybe he just wasn't so good this time around, or so I thought. Try again with a different movie. Equally disappointed.
Make a documentary and stop trying to pretend you're telling a story, Malick!
Why butcher old pasta when we have all these true stories about Malick?
>While on location in the Philippines filming The Thin Red Line, Malick was inspecting a set piece by himself when an explosive accidentally went off. The explosion reached an estimated height of 40 feet and completely destroyed a mock Japanese camp. Fearing for the worst, crew and actors alike rushed to the scene with first aid kits. Sean Penn, the first on the scene says "It was amazing, like witnessing a miracle". Penn Claims Malick walked out of the flames with out so much as a scratch. When Penn asked how this is possible, Malick simply replied "I believed."
>According to Affleck, on his fourth day of filming, he was handed notes for the day's scenes by Malick himself, which consisted of only two phrases; "Dance," and "Be love." In addition, Malick had doodled a small unicorn in the margin.
>During his graduate studies at Harvard, Malick reputedly engaged in a violent disagreement with Gilbert Ryle, specifically about the nature of Wittgenstein's work.
>"Damn it Terence, stop pretending to some deeper level of insight into the man's corpus, I was there while he taught!"
>Terence replied "Yes Gilbert, but I remember what I taught."
>Terence was never seen on campus again, and dropped out of the program entirely a few days later
Since when has Reddit ever liked the SW prequels you dumb cuck? They're bandwagoners and echochamber faggots who endlessly repeat that the prequels were trash. 4chan always does the complete opposite of the popular opinion.
How fucking new and reddit are YOU?
They are lost. Souls without wings. Imperfect. The roots are there but they choose not to soar. They are weak. Our father. He is calling out for us. Lift me. Come. Rush into the sky. Begin.
>basic charlatan pleb, fan of tarkovsky, kubrick, kurosawa, godard, think movies are kinda alright, lesser to based literature
>come to /tv/
>exposed to Malick
>literally never turn back
>fucking convinced he is a cinematic genius beyond measure
>seen The Tree of Life in full at least 14 times
>read the bible cover to goddamn cover
>deeply existential forever more now, consciously feeling life at all moments
>the way of grace has opened
what the fuck did you do to me