Song To Song may have a heavyweight cast of good-looking stars but the film is an insult to the paying customer
Terrence Malick's film is essentially a montage of extremely hot people whispering and kissing each other while walking on the beach
LOOK, I get it. Terrence Malick is an incredible talent.
The Thin Red Line and Badlands are classics but when should you stop trading on past glories?
Some people suggest we shouldn’t but then Adam Sandler and Brendan Fraser would still be getting lead roles. There’s a reason.
It isn’t that Song To Song is just bad, it feels as though everyone involved in this largely improvised film about God knows what is absolutely taking the p***.
The cast is one of the greatest ensembles I’ve seen for a long time.
It’s so heavyweight, when Val Kilmer turns up on stage at a festival and chainsaws a guitar amp in half, you don’t flinch.
It may have been a nourishing experience for all involved to give themselves a self-congratulatory pet project between jobs, but it’s an insult to the paying customer.
I’ve watched this one-and-a-half times (I tried for two, honestly) to see if I could work it out.
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It’s just full of extremely hot people whispering and kissing each other’s stomachs and walking on beaches and staring at each other while a voiceover says couplets better suited to aftershave adverts.
In the words of someone else trading on past glories, singer Morrissey: “It says nothing to me about my life.”
Song To Song (15)
129mins
★☆☆☆☆