francishooks

First half of the film Danny McBride's character keeps droning on to Brolin's kid about jerking off.

This is all passed off as light-hearted banter.

Later on he's passing him cigarettes and showing him pictures of him and his girlfriend having group sex.

Jeez.

Wrongmo!

I gave this the benefit of the doubt for about 60 minutes til it dawned on me how utterly appalling it all was.

I mean, surely it should have occurred to the good guys how completely ineffectual those army men in the white polystyrene suits are by now? Clearly, they can't shoot. Doesn't matter how many of them are up against a good guy - 1, 100, 1000, they'll always miss. Surely they should be better trained?! In fact, why even bother shooting them? You could just go up to them and knee them in the groin individually and they'll just fire shots off randomly into the air while you're doing it.

This'd insult the intelligence of a 6 year old. Grown men and women are watching this? Really???! Grow up, grown men and women!

Even by the standards of recent Terrence Mallick films this is truly appalling. The sheer chutzpah of getting such an empty, posturing film even made is worthy, I suppose, of a modicum of respect. Then again, so many big name stars (and this film really is star studded) are prepared to work for Mallick just on the off-chance that he'll make a film half as good as Badlands again that getting these abominations made probably isn't that difficult.

This is plot less, characterless drivel - as soon as anyone sounds like they're about to say anything of note the sound is mixed down and replaced by a gibbering voice-over!!! All that happens, literally all that happens, is some rich idiot capers about in hotel rooms accompanied by a string of gorgeous young women – cut to – same rich idiot wandering around on a beach/in a desert looking a bit sad - cue more waffling voice-over nonsense! This happens over and over again for 2 fecking hours!!!! I'll be amazed if a worse film is released in 2016.