However, making boring films is not Malick's patent. The main thing I can't stand is the second point.
This guy's movies always give me a feeling: on the one hand, he spares no effort to promote his philosophical thoughts in the movies, on the other hand, he is not willing to incorporate his own views into the script, and prefers to use a large sermon to speak directly. White instills his point of view in the audience. But a good philosophical film should guide the audience to think, instead of chattering in the audience's ears like chanting scriptures, telling them what is the meaning of life and what is the meaning of war. The audience needs space to think independently, instead of listening to the narration that fills the whole film and thinking: Is this a movie, or a mission? It's a pity that Malick seems to be immersed in his own world forever, ignoring the needs of the audience, and the movies he makes always seem to be for himself.
So when I watched this movie, I felt like I was being grabbed by the neck, opened my mouth and poured food into my stomach. Before the depression passed, the director's big hand stretched out the screen and shook me fiercely: "Do you think I am profound? Are you profound?! Are you profound?!!"
Okay, I know you are profound, but as a Chinese student who has been filled with ducks for more than ten years, I am really fed up with this. Kind of a cramming movie! So if you love preaching, you can directly become a professor of philosophy.
Malick's missionaryism also exposed another problem: he didn't trust the actor, and he didn't believe that the actor could express what he wanted to express through speech and body language - even if the idea conveyed in the film was nothing more than war distorting human nature and destroying the beautiful There is not much novelty about these little ninety-nine things. No matter how good an actor is in Malick's film, he has to become a marionette in his hand, and there is basically no room for acting.
When I watched "Days of Heaven", I was amazed at the thinness of the characters and the weak sense of existence in the film. When I watched this film, I found that Malick still had the same ability to urinate. Although the stars on the cast list were bright, most people were just playing a terrible soy sauce. Little Brother Leto, who was chewing gum, seemed to be cannon fodder simply and rudely in less than half a minute after he appeared on the stage (couldn’t the handsome guy give the girls a second look?!), Brody dangled in front of the camera for a long time until After two hours of the film, Yi Cai waited for his first line (still narration), and Cusack Shushu, who had only a few scenes, was even mistaken by some blind classmates as Edward Norton╮(╯_╰)╭ , As for Clooney, Travolta, etc., their soy sauce index is so high that I suspect that they don't get paid at all. With so many great resources in his hands, he was squandering so casually. The level of waste of Malick is really outrageous!
Of course, to criticize Malick like this doesn't mean I think the film is useless.
Don't think I want to praise the photography of this film, I did take a screenshot when I watched the film, but while I sighed "this is the most beautiful war film I've ever seen", I further insisted that "Malick should go and shoot A National Geographic Documentary, Not a Movie" view.
What I'm trying to say is this: the star of this film (if there is one), Caviezel, miraculously played a little bit of acting in Malick's film! This is thanks to those big talking eyes~
In the scene where he was surrounded in the jungle at the end, Shu Mi's calm eyes with a hint of despair were really sad, "Tragedy is to tear apart beautiful things for others to see. "This trick has been tried and tested in war movies.
Thanks to this wonderful character, I didn't cry out "Give me back the three hours of my life!" and shed two lines of tears in front of the screen.
Finally, gossip: It is said that the living conditions of the actors were very difficult when the film was made. Caviezel Shushu was too cold to sleep with Brody in his arms at night, thinking that the other party was his wife in a trance (*----- *|||)... It seems that the two of you are getting along pretty well, my sister is very pleased.
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