Malick's Days is the Renaissance Film - it's perfect in every aspect. The cruelly romantic storytelling, the languid, achingly beautiful pace, the hypnotizing sway of the panhandle grass; the visionary concepts of people and earth; and something elusive called religion; and something elusive called happiness. Unflinching but never cynical, beautiful but never distracted, philosophical but never pretensious. If heaven is something like this, I'm converting Christian.
On the eighth day, God made Days of Heaven.
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