Song to Song (Terence Malick, 2017)

I find it difficult to resist films as obnoxious as Song to Song (Terence Malick, 2017). As always, I have my form/content problems with Malick. On one level, it’s a repulsive orgy of access and privilege. But on another, it can’t pay attention to its rich, white, beautiful, self-absorbed characters for more than a few seconds at a time. So the film is all drift and discontinuity and movement including a clip from Von Stroheim’s Greed and not one but two (2!) Plasmatics songs! To quote I forget who, this is the work of a free man. What’s not to love?