Song to Song

Here is a film with a great cast & plot, set in a gorgeous city, helmed by a auteur, however said auteur is Terrence Malick, and Malick is a pretentious bore of a director, his films can be good, but none do i love. This is possibly his best since Badlands, but holy fuck, is it a task to get through. The cast could be fantastic, yet in classic Malick style, they get buried under the tedious pressures of trying to make art, art that is white and on a wall, yes, Malick is like watching paint dry. I would love to see this cast, and their plot about Indie music & love, but with Richard Linklater, ugh, if only!