Most of us spend our entire lives in hiding.
Enchantingly distant. Pulses with a frigid tenderness that burns softly like a fast-collapsing dream.
I’m being pulled farther and farther from the Sun; to you.
A Malickean voyage into the cold dark of space. Richter’s hauntingly beautiful score; Pitt’s detached narration and exceptional yet reserved performance; the questions he asks to himself, seldom answered, unsure but not concerned; a lingering camera that steadies and shakes and turns to frame new subjects as…
