Days of Heaven (1978)
(On Cable TV, July 2019) It’s entirely possible to think that a film achieves its objectives, yet be almost completely cold to those objectives. So it goes with Days of Heaven, a well made but somewhat soporific period drama that places a lot more emphasis on visuals than plot. It is what it is—a cinematic poem, perhaps, or a series of 1910s nature images with meditative narration loosely connected by a lovers-on-the-run plot. Which is a way of saying that it’s a very Terrence Malick film, bridging the gap between Badlands and The Thin Red Line two decades later. The plot is perfunctory, and if you read just a little bit about the film’s production, you will hear about how the film spent two years in editing, only making it out when Malick used a new voiceover to give some structure to the result. I’m not particularly fond of those kinds of meandering movies, to the point of calling them pretentious at the earliest opportunity, but even I have to admit that Days of Heaven is well done. The reliance on golden-hour rural cinematography makes for good images (although we’ve seen quite a bit of the same since 1978, somewhat dulling the impact of the film forty years later) while the sometimes-intrusive narration reinforces the dreamlike impact of the result. Richard Gere stars as a killer on the run who hatches a plan for his wife to seduce a wealthy farm owner in the Texas panhandle, but that’s making the entire film sound far more urgent than it is. Still, there are highlights—a shot here and there, a compelling locust sequence, and so on. The film, despite its tone and atmosphere, is surprisingly short, clocking in at barely more than 90 minutes. I didn’t quite dislike Days of Heaven as much as I expected given my experience with previous Malick films, but now that I think of it, I’m actually becoming lukewarm on his movies as I age. Hmmm.