It was late and chilly on Wardour Street, a good three miles to the flat I was renting in St. John's Wood, yet I desperately needed that walk to get a grasp on the emotions churned up by the film I had just screened.
Granted, maybe Affleck and especially Kurylenko go overboard with the frolicking and gamboling in Malick's idiosyncratic take on lovers. But you don't need religion to savor this hymn about profane and sacred love -- and about light, maybe the film's central subject.
Is the building under surveillance or has the building put the rest of the world under surveillance? This purposeful ambiguity and the choice of bold colors is jarring.
It was close, but no cigar, as The Hangover 2 made a run for the R-rated opening weekend record. As it stands, the film pulled in $86.4 million over the Friday-Sunday frame.