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To the Wonder
: I very much admire Nicolas Rapold's take
on To the Wonder
, because it successfully navigates conflicted feelings even a Malick fan might have about watching this movie, which is just as free-flowing and elliptical and self-consciously Malicky as The Tree of Life
without being so rewarding. In my own review at Film Racket, I compare it to a companion EP in the same style as Tree
's concept LP—and how often do you really pull that EP off the shelf for a good listen when you have the superior LP, too? Yet the conclusion of Rapold's piece—following his oscillations between feeling critical but also enraptured by Malick's filmmaking, he notes that the movie "need not be a work of genius to stir the heart"—really sticks with me; if Malick is going to be making movies more often now (the gap between Tree
is the shortest lag time of his four-decade career, and supposedly he has another two movies shot, so even if they take another few years to edit into an impressionistic fever dream, we'll be getting more from him this decade than any decade before), maybe these kinds of minor forays don't have to set off the auteur alarms.