A lot more amusing than I thought it would be.
In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.
Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.
I am so disappointed in Rooney Mara for participating in this monumental waste of talent. The only reason I made it to the end is just to watch Rooney Mara, one of the most unique and beautiful actresses today. I know that she is better than this, I've seen incredible acting from her in other films. I know none of this matters to most of you but I said my piece. Don't waste your time on this movie!
The rest really freak me out. I might be miscomparing this to The Conjuring. Both truly discomforts me for over a week. In The Conjuring there I see dead people. Here I see sick people, very sick.
At first I did not realize it was Malick, and after a few minutes I thought, "Terence Malick wannabe." Then I read the credits. Oh. Oops. It's sad when a brilliant director looks like a wannabe of himself.After half an hour of watching Rooney Mara drift aimlessly across whatever scenery she was in, wearing the exact same expression no matter what, looking too sensitive to live, wafting this way and that without purpose or intention, drooping over balconies and at windows and in chairs, ducking her head as if expecting to be smacked, avoiding eye contact, clutching a strand of hair to her lips, casting doe eyes at everyone from passers-by to her own father, as the camera swoops and swivels, I gave up. I like Malick, I loved some of his earlier movies, as incoherent as some of them have been. But this was just annoying. I wanted to smack her. You have these great actors floating aimlessly through a completely untethered series of images and scenes with annoyingly and pointlessly restless cameras and random cuts to other equally random scenes. I could not even begin to give a spoiler alert, for that would imply that there is a plot, or a story, or a thread of narrative, however tenuous.
Two intersecting love triangles. Obsession and betrayal set against the music scene in Austin, Texas. After the awful To the Wonder and Knight of Cups Terrence Malick returns with another 2 hour film where good actors careers go and die, his camera work skills still suck and you will basically fall asleep. Song to Song is a film where good actors such as Natalie Portman and Michael Fassbender portray boring people who jump around or hug each other (alot) and have a camera in front of their face going left and right like the Director has parkinson or something. Eventually during a screening people started to walk out of the movie because it's of course stupid and even has a DJ narrate for some reason. If Malick is trying to make a Franchise of Boring films with bad camera work he is doing a great job so far. (0/10)