Well let’s see here. Should I make a facile attempt to appear fair and just? This is a poem/movie, a Malick auteur project. Seat belts on.
My first description of Knight of Cups was to be: Post-Modern Vomitorium.
Have I been dropped in Grumpyville, or was it truly the movie’s shortcomings?
That Stanley Kubrick quote continued to haunt me as I sat wondering, for two-thirds of this film, if Kubrick might have actually liked it. Here’s the quote:
“A film is – or should be – more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what’s behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later.”
I’m guessing he’d have half liked it but in the end found it repetitive and pointless, as I did.
In retrospect, Knight of Cups wasn’t even good music. The heavily stylized camera caught my…
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