This is perhaps the most laborious piece of drivel possible.

Rating: 1/10 (21 September 1999)

What a waste of film stock! This film has no characters which are memorable, no action, and no idea of where it is headed. Terence Malick keeps repeating the same old Buddhist mantra about how the world is bound by a common soul to the point of self-ridicule. Like it or not, the film is set during the middle of a large battle--there is no plausibility in putting a man on a hill hiding behind the cover of grass as bullets strafe his posterior and pretending that he is going to go into a deep ponderance of the "oneness of the universe." How silly! There is a better version of the same theme in the Final Fantasy 7 video game that my students rave about. Aside from sitting through all 3 tack-eyed hours of this film I have also dedicated the last few minutes to typing out my anger towards it on the computer; you are wasting time reading about it now, too. Let's stop this vicious circle and bury this film next to Wild Wild West and Ishtar. Goodbye, Thin Red Line.