Posted on February 27, 2012 at 3:17 pm in Art, Film, Movies | RSS feed
I think of my love for Malick as a kind of guilty pleasure, an indulgence that is perhaps not strictly merited. But just like my love for Cormac McCarthy or Jack Gilbert, I can’t help myself and don’t really want to.
I love his films. Badlands, Days of Heaven, The Thin Red Line, The New World, The Tree of Life- they encapsulate something about how to approach the human condition. He has this kind of intimacy and distance that coexist together, so you end up with this tender appreciation of our human foibles, and a sense of the helplessness we feel in the face of the wonder of the world, a knowledge of how far we are from God’s overarching view (not that I would call it God’s view, but perhaps he might).
I just know that I am richer for seeing the world through his eyes, and to me he has no equal in film. As much as I love Herzog, in the end he isn’t concerned with filmmaking, he’s more wrapped up in grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you as he shouts into your face about whatever his current obsession is. Don’t get me wrong, that can be a lot of fun, but for pure filmmaking, Malick has it hands down over him.
Thank you for these posts. I enjoyed them a great deal.
Scott, I’m running an interview tomorrow with Stuart Kendall, who just finished a new translation of Gilgamesh—-he also wrote/edited a book of Malick criticism–he talks about Makick at some length. Its really good.
Sounds fantastic, can’t wait.
I just gotta tell you, I’m so damn glad to have found your site.
it’s like crack, man.
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