Review of To the Wonder (2013) by Steven K — 14 Apr 2013

Who knew so many women have fantasies of being Stevie Nicks in her "Rhiannon" era? The women of this movie are ever twirling and spinning, even as they are finding out the hard way that "Love Hurts" and acting like Tinkerbelle or playful little girls will not change that, especially if you are going to choose a rather blank, human icicle like Ben Affleck's character to get involved with.

This ravishing movie is so ponderous most of the dialogue was whispered, mumbled, or otherwise spoken with such solemn quietude I could barely hear whether it was spoken words or just someone lightly burping.

I love Malick's style and artistry; I would never call him pretentious either. There is a beauty to this movie that runs deep, but you may have to have great patience. It's the cinematic equivalent of poetry, and that's a hard sell in these "knock me over the head with it" times.

My advice? Honey, stay in Paris with those hot French men and skip the Oklahoman he-man and dull wheat fields!