Paulzeye is proud to present Roger Ebert's last movie review. It was for Terrence Malick's film "To the Wonder." Below is the full review as it appeared on RogerEbert.com on April 6, 2013:

by Roger Ebert

This was the last movie review Roger Ebert filed.

Released less than two years after his “The Tree of Life,” an epic that began with the dinosaurs and peered into an uncer­tain future, Ter­rence Mal­ick­’s “To the Won­der” is a film that con­tains only a hand­ful of impor­tant char­ac­ters and a few cru­cial moments in their lives. Although it uses dia­logue, it’s dreamy and half-heard, and essen­tial­ly this could be a silent film — silent, except for its most­ly melan­choly music.

The movie stars Ben Affleck and Olga Kurylenko as a cou­ple who fall deeply, ten­der­ly, tran­scen­dent­ly in love in France. Mal­ick opens as they vis­it Mont St. Michel, the cathe­dral perched on a spire of rock off the French coast, and moves to the banks of the Seine, but real­ly, its land­scape is the ter­rain is these two bod­ies, and the wor­ship­ful ways in which Neil and Mari­na approach each oth­er. Snatch­es of dia­logue, laugh­ter, shared thoughts, drift past us. Noth­ing is punched up for dra­mat­ic effect.

Mari­na, a sin­gle moth­er, decides to move with her lit­tle daugh­ter, Tatiana, to Amer­i­ca with Neil, and the set­ting sud­den­ly becomes the flat­lands of Okla­homa, a land seen here as near­ly unpop­u­lat­ed. Oh, there are peo­ple here, but we see few of them and engage with only a hand­ful. Again there is the hushed seren­i­ty as in France, but dif­fer­ences grow between them, and there is anger now in some of their words. Neil recon­nects with Jane (Rachel McAdams), an Amer­i­can girl he was once in love with, and roman­tic per­fec­tion between he and Mari­na seems to slip away.

In Okla­homa, we meet Father Quin­tana (Javier Bar­dem), a priest from Europe, whose church is new and bright­ly lit. We can almost smell the fur­ni­ture var­nish. His faith has been chal­lenged, and many of his state­ments are direct­ed toward Jesus Christ, as a sort of for­mer lover. Quin­tana vis­its pris­on­ers, the ill, the poor and the illit­er­ate, whose dia­logue is half-under­stood even by themselves.

As all of these rela­tion­ships inter­twine, Mal­ick depicts them with delib­er­ate beau­ty and painter­ly care. The mood is often sim­i­lar to the feel­ings of the ear­ly small-town scenes in “The Tree of Life.” Mal­ick has a reper­to­ry of fun­da­men­tal images he draws upon.

We don’t need to be told Mal­ick­’s in an auto­bi­o­graph­i­cal vein here; these mem­o­ries sure­ly belong to the sto­ry­teller. In both films, he is absorbed in liv­ing and din­ing rooms, look­ing out upon neat lawns and neigh­bor­hood pas­toral peace.

As the film opened, I won­dered if I was miss­ing some­thing. As it con­tin­ued, I real­ized many films could miss a great deal. Although he uses estab­lished stars, Mal­ick employs them in the sense that the French direc­tor Robert Bres­son intend­ed when he called actors “mod­els.” Ben Affleck here isn’t the star of “Argo” but a man, often silent, intox­i­cat­ed by love and then by loss. Bar­dem, as a priest far from home, made me real­ize as nev­er before the lone­li­ness of the unmar­ried cler­gy. Wan­der­ing in his emp­ty church in the mid­dle of the day, he is a for­lorn fig­ure, cry­ing out in prayer and need to com­mune with his Jesus.

A more con­ven­tion­al film would have assigned a plot to these char­ac­ters and made their moti­va­tions more clear. Mal­ick, who is sure­ly one of the most roman­tic and spir­i­tu­al of film­mak­ers, appears almost naked here before his audi­ence, a man not able to con­ceal the depth of his vision.

Well,” I asked myself, “why not?” Why must a film explain every­thing? Why must every moti­va­tion be spelled out? Aren’t many films fun­da­men­tal­ly the same film, with only the specifics changed? Aren’t many of them telling the same sto­ry? Seek­ing per­fec­tion, we see what our dreams and hopes might look like. We real­ize they come as a gift through no pow­er of our own, and if we lose them, isn’t that almost worse than nev­er hav­ing had them in the first place?

There will be many who find “To the Won­der” elu­sive and too effer­ves­cent. They’ll be dis­sat­is­fied by a film that would rather evoke than sup­ply. I under­stand that, and I think Ter­rence Mal­ick does, too. But here he has attempt­ed to reach more deeply than that: to reach beneath the sur­face, and find the soul in need.

 

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Source: The Chica­go-Sun Times (RogerEbert.com) 

URLhttp://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20130406/REVIEWS/130409984

Please note: The fol­low­ing review is prop­er­ty of The Chica­go Sun-Times and RogerEbert.com. It is being repro­duced on Paulzeye.com as part of a trib­ute hon­or­ing the late Roger Ebert.