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The Thin Red Line by Terrence Malick (1998)
Overwhelmingly beautiful. Malick collects a series of images that are, I find, indescribable; in that their potency predates and brings about language as an insufficient descriptive art. This is especially notable during the creation sequence, when the images are imitative of those sights that literally predate language, but it is felt throughout in the quiet subordination of the dialog to the image. Experimental in that it pushes the bounds of the medium as an expressive art, attempting to depict the relationship between the large and the small and the extent to which its particular belief system allows them to coexist and surpass existential angst. In this sense of experimentation with capacity and of the relation between human and nature, small and large, it reminded me in particular of Woolf's magnum opus, The Waves.
That said, I think I would have preferred the theatrical cut. There's a good hour in the middle here that, while gorgeous, becomes frankly excruciating in its repetition and lack of exploration of the world of the film. Lots and lots of particular images to love here, from the fading, endless suburban street to the sinister grass lawns, but it gets overfull of itself in the middle. The finale is perfect.