Sigfred Storstrand’s review published on Letterboxd:
Without a doubt one of the most beautifully shot films I've seen, but I think what made this such an experience for me was the score, and the tone it set connected to the imagery.
There is something really childlike and calmly romantic about it. A fantastic ambience.
At times it felt like an artsy and wholesome version of a paperback romance novel put to the screen by the hands of a man wanting to portray life and love from the text, whilst separating it from the smut and melodrama of the pulp.
I did have an issue with the editing though, especially during the last third, where it seemed like whole scenes or chapters were missing, that honestly made it a little jarring to absorb, especially with the fantastic flow it usually had.
But I have trouble really knocking the film too much for it, it's still a real marvel to behold, absolutely desvering of its praise and the name it made of Malick.