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Like I said earlier, that ain't the score. That's a piece of music from 1875 by Bedrich Smetana called Vltava. Listen here.
If you like it, you should listen to the MA VLAST suite it comes from. |
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Like I said earlier, that ain't the score. That's a piece of music from 1875 by Bedrich Smetana called Vltava. Listen here.
If you like it, you should listen to the MA VLAST suite it comes from. |
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Like I said earlier, that ain't the score. That's a piece of music from 1875 by Bedrich Smetana called Vltava. Listen here.
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The talk of "philosophical wankery" and pretentiousness is starting to remind me of the--unfortunate--time during freshman year when we were shown The Thin Red Line and people started to loudly complain there was no plot. You're kind of announcing that you are missing the point of his work on a weirdly large scale when you say or write things like that.
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And Pitt looks more interesting in this trailer than anything I've seen him in since Babel.
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Confession: Still never seen a single one of the guy's films.
Basically, vibe I get from this is The Fountain, but focused on life rather than death. Which is a-ok by me. And yes, the visuals, even in suburbia, are astounding. |
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It's weird, a lot of actors in modern movies in that 50's setting don't look authentic, they look like they're playing dress-up. Pitt looks like he's stepped straight out of a faded black and white photo from the era.
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Woah there! What of Assassination of Jesse James, Burn After Reading and Inglourious Basterds? He was interesting AND good (if not great) in all 3.
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Chastain looks like a slightly older Bryce Dallas Howard in a lot of these shots.
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The Fountain comparisons are apt but the shot in orange posted here might be an implantation of an embryo. I loved this trailer.
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I guess I'll go ahead and be the guy with zero taste who gets shat upon by the film buffs, but...
I don't see what the excitement is about. It's a fine trailer, I suppose, but the gasping and slobbering to me seems out of place with what we've been given. I love Malick, and saw Days of Heaven during its theatrical release when I lived in NYC. But the gushing over this trailer seems out of proportion to what's onscreen, in my humble. I'm as emotional as anybody, if not more so now that I'm ancient, but this navel-gazing whispery exercise isn't doing it for me. I'm not seeing anything in this trailer that merits the excessive outpouring of emotion in this thread. Am I just dead inside, or are you all in need of therapy? |