In Terence Malick’s Knight of cups, Christian Bale plays Hollywood screenwriter Rick who is suffering from some kind of existential and spiritual crisis. We are never told why because there are no dialogues, only voiceovers. We know he has problems with his brother (Wes Bentley), a street social worker, and his father (Brian Dennehy), who commited suicide. Rick has numerous affairs with women. Among them are his wife, doctor Nancy (Cate Blanchett), and a married woman called Elizabeth (Natalie Portman). Malick filmed without a script. His actors had to improvise. But improvise what? There is no dialogue. All you see is Bale walking on beaches, or the streets, or in the desert. He is by himself or with the newest babe, his brother and/or his dead father. And since the camera follows them, we mostly see the back of the head. And those voiceovers. Sometimes he’s at a Hollywood party. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, but Rick just looks bored, grimly staring at the ground. Babes in various degrees of nakedness run around in Rick’s home, or jump on beds, or are thrown in swimming pools. This goes on for two hours. No story. Utterly pointless film. Just like the last Terence Malick film (To the wonders). Avoid.
Knight of cups
In English, German and Spanish with English subtitles