The rest really freak me out. I might be miscomparing this to The Conjuring. Both truly discomforts me for over a week. In The Conjuring there I see dead people. Here I see sick people, very sick.

This film was like diving into the minds of the characters, through their love, ambition and confusion. You could never know where your mind leads you it may jump to places you don't expect and that's exactly how Malick has made this film. I can totally understand why some or most people would hate this film, it works only for a few people who probably are like the characters of this film.

Michael Fassbender, Ryan Gosling and Natalie Portman are such seasoned actors that they could convincingly walk around for three hours without any purpose or direction and still sell a story. Rooney Mara on the other hand (try as I may each time to look past the privileged life that gave her a Hollywood career and believe whatever it is she is trying to convey to me) just didn't cut it as the lead actress, she just gave off an aura that she was uncomfortable the whole time which just seemed to confirm that there was indeed no script or that hers was just constantly being revised and shared with no one else but her. When even Cate Blanchett in her blink-and-you'll-miss-her cameo is Oscar-worthy compared to a film's lead actress, there is a problem.

No character development and the director is so busy trying to figure out which camera angle to use that you end up nauseous with a headache. It's basically 2 hours and 9 minutes of the characters being overly melodramatic, cuts of sighing with longing expressions and pitiful lines about contemplating the meaning of life that leaves you wanting to take yours.