although i did not like this movie i did find parts of it beautiful. i loved how sensual the touches seemed to be between smith and pocahontas, and the pure joy she elicited in life. her movements were fluid and free and i couldn’t help but smile when i watched her.

I watched the first 10 minutes and got so bored I turned it off (which I never do.) I didn’t really feel like watching such a calm movie at the time, considering I was in a very bad mood. However, I find it unfair that I would judge a movie so harshly after only 10, at the most, 20 minutes of viewing. Therefore, I have decided that one day I will watch this movie again, the whole thing, then make my not-so-fair judgement again.

I usually like movies of this type the most, but this one i did not like. it started out alright, but got so bad

Malick continues to be among my favorite film directors. The most frequent form of praise mustered for this film around the web seems to be people congratulating themselves for having not fallen asleep while viewing it. I don’t know why they’re so surprised. the New World held me, as have all of Malick’s previous films, rapt from start to finish. Disparate settings and periods aside, each of Malick’s films address the same poetic issues of a journey undertaken, a natural world that stands outside history, and death- to paint it w/ the broadest strokes possible. Roger Ebert, in his review, makes the astute point that Malick wisely stays away from knowing the history that follows from where this story leaves off.

Well, yeah if your idea of a good time is car crashing, building exploding, face gurning, wise cracking, slasher-stalking, bad taste sperm ingesting, gross out comedy, then this probably isn’t for you.

If on the other hand, you can bear to sit still for longer than five minutes in your own company, and you can cope with a film that tries to represent consciousness and history through the subjectivities of its characters, then you can handle this beautiful, absorbing piece of film making.

And you’ll be a better person for doing it, because you’ll know in your heart of hearts that you can face poetry and not freak out. You’ll also know that you can cope with not being product placed, music marketed and coporately-branded by a piece of studio produced slop, spoon feeding you consumer durables in the name of entertainment.

So what are you? Consumer or aesthete?

Thirty minutes into the movie, people started walking out of the theatre. At the end of the movie, people started leaving as soon as they thought it might finally be over. Meanwhile: I sat there and wished it would never end. You will either hate it, or love it. I fall into the latter. I could have watched it all night. It was peaceful and I felt transported. I know this sounds ridiculous but for some reason I was just in the right mindspace and it moved me.

I fell asleep watching this last night and slept for 16 hours. No joke. This movie will knock you the hell out with it’s incredible boring characters, plot, and tempo.

The star of the movie is Mick Foley, played by Colin Farrell. He’s your typical depressed British soldier with an evil past that only an Indian woman with a mustache can love. That Indian chick looks like this chick from my shcool that we called “The Forehead.”

The first half of the movie is a ripoff of The Last Samurai, except much worse. The second half is a blur because it was so bad I had to watch it at 4x speed with subtitles on. It’s really that boring.