Rick is a screenwriter living in Los Angeles. While successful in his career, his life feels empty. Haunted and confused, he finds temporary solace in the decadent Hollywood excess that defines his existence. Women provide a distraction to his daily pain, and every encounter brings him closer to finding his place in the world.
**Knight of Craps = Shift + delete**
As for me, this director is done. His last best film was 'The New World'. I don't know why someone keeps financing him. It is neither an art and message film, nor has any entertainment value. In one word, total-crap. All the above, these actors agreeing to do the roles. Definitely this director's films have received more boos at Cannes than any others. Not fit for film festivals, as well as theatrical releases. The surprise part was, I saw it. Even after I felt a similar way for his previous film.
There's no story. Just a random acts. Even documentary films have a better narrative. Remember a film was being made by Willem Dafoe in the film 'Mr. Bean's Holiday', this is exactly the same film. Except there's no Mr. Bean/Atkinson here to make it a cheerful additional editing. It was like the director woke up in the morning and decided to do what he felt to shoot without a script.
I dislike whispering background narration. It is like a lullaby, one might fall into sleep. Not just asleep, but a deep sleep. Direct dialogues between the characters are like an oasis in this film. If you have nothing to do and ready for a slow film, you should not consider it then too, because it is not a film, but a two hour long torture. Easily skippable film.
_1.5/10_
How is it that Christian Bale always manages to get himself the parts where he just wanders around the place getting laid? He's a successful writer who feels his hollow life needs a bit of a lift. When his brother takes his own life (perhaps he'd read the script?), and with his other one in a bit of a mess of his own making, "Rick" concludes that he needs to find something more substantial in his life than drifting along finding casual sex when/where he can. What now ensues, loosely based on a Tarot suite, takes us on a tour of Los Angeles and Las Vegas as his plays out his peccadilloes with a selection of women - including Cate Blanchett and Natalie Portman. Will he find happiness? Contentment even? Who cares? I'm afraid I didn't. To be fair, Terrence Malick has spent some time on the aesthetic here - the film looks good, but if you are going to centre a film on a character like "Rick", then you have to hope that he engages with those watching. He didn't and I didn't. The story just plodded along going nowhere fast, introducing us to characters with next to no depth or charisma and though I'm usually a fan of sparing dialogue, the absence of anything meaningful really did detract from what was clearly an underlying philosophy tied into an ancient Eastern myth and meant to illustrate the risks of never settling for what you have - even if you know what you're looking for. Brian Dennehy adds very little as his father and I felt the whole thing looked like it was more of a rehearsal, or an home video, than a finessed product. I didn't hate it, it has it's moments, but I wouldn't watch it again, nor could I really recommend it either.