For about the first two thirds, this was easily another four star film for the year (Carruth's being my first). It just feels perfect. Every shot, every cut (I drink the Malick kool-aid, though, so there you go). And like Carruth's film, I'm in love with those soundscapes (probably the most distinctive element of To the Wonder compared to Malick's previous films): the way dialogue is mixed so loosely, quietly, freely, and the way the sound will focus in on certain details with the same instinctual curiosity as Lubezki's camera (the whirl of the merry-go-round, Neil fumbling with the gear shift when he's arguing with Marina at the drive-thru, lingering on a song at a party and carrying it into another scene). There's a warmth and softness to the film (before the darker aspects of the film appear, obviously, although there's brightness throughout), with all the shots of characters running, frolicking, rolling around on the carpet, the motif of light shining in through windows, shadows on the wall... I wanted to wrap myself in this movie and have a nap. This is some of Lubezki's best work, too. I want to use the word rapturous. I don't want to sound like a blithering Malick fan but fuck it, there's nothing else out there like the current Malick/Lubezki combo and it nourishes my aesthetic soul.
I did think the film had some structural problems, though. It's highly repetitive when Marina returns from Paris, which may be the point (certainly, the trajectory of events echoes her first visit), but I also thought it strange that what should be some of the most dramatically important events in the film are rendered the most oblique, especially the closing segments, which just feel hurried. This film could have used less plot (is that a weird criticism?). I found myself wanting a more focused emotional narrative experience, so I understand some of the colder responses to the film. This isn't The Tree of Life; there isn't enough scope to justify nearly two hours. I couldn't help but feel a shorter runtime would have helped here. As it is, the film just doesn't coalesce for me the way Malick's earlier films do, even though I did like the final voice over from Bardem's character (and the beautiful closing shots).
The more I ruminate on it, though, the more the sadness of the film starts to stir and shake me. I'd have to see it again, especially to get a better read on the ending, but even on a first viewing I do think it's mostly a success in the interplay it creates between the instinctual aesthetic elements (camera, sound, editing) that give the film a sort of primal sensory presence, and a deeper longing, a deeply felt absence, a more complicated human struggle to understand the world around us, and each other, with our given senses and ability to reason (the constant repetition of the "show me how to love you" and "teach me how to find you" voiceovers, which is the real key I find that weaves the Marina/Neil and the priest storylines together).