Malick's tranquil narrative is hopelessly ponderous and unravels in its tedious search for its adventurous niche. [Malick] should know how to motivate moviegoers beyond sparkling waterways and crisp blue skies.
Kilcher is great, and the film's beautiful. But after the first five shots of still water disrupted by boots or boats, we get Malick's point. By film's end, it's as untethered from its rapturous beginning as its lovers are from their cultures.