The story centers around a family with three boys in the 1950s. The eldest son witnesses the loss of innocence.
I...don't even know where to begin with this movie. It has some big names in it. Promising other leads. Excellent child actors. An interesting story premise of family and gender dynamics, grief, and innocence. For me, it was bizarre.
Things seemed normal enough until the film stepped back from the family dealing with the loss of a 19-year old son to what appeared to be the creation of the cosmos. It was beautiful, sure, with huge nebula clouds billowing to the sound of an opera chorus and we sat in awe for a few moments. Time passed. We were still staring at nebula. More time passed. The earth was formed. We got twitchy. The ocean teemed with tiny plant life. Then the dinosaurs came. I looked at the person sitting next to me and he said, almost desperately, "What the hell?"
That was the phrase in my mind for most of the movie. There were brilliant scenes centered around the main story with fights in the family from the 1950's as the boys grew older, Brad Pitt did an excellent job, but then there would be breaking from the story and creepy whispering like, "Father. Mother. You wrestle inside me."
It was so long. The ending dragged on and on. Bizarre symbols like a beach populated by strangers with candles while Sean Penn and his younger counterpart walked with their parents. A door to nowhere. It was like Malick had so many ideas and instead of writing down ideas for a bunch of movies, he decided to shove it all into one. And apparently one of those movies was the history of the world.