Driving by her lust for fame and wealth, Faye, a young ambitious and talented guitarist, who dreams of gaining fame and does her best, in order to achieve her goal, makes an affair with Cook, a song writer, in order to help her, but when she has a relationship with his friend, incidents come to frustrate her
This is the one with Ryan Gosling, and like Terrence Malick's two previous dramas it's a gauzy, improvised affair that looks like a photo essay out of Architectural Digest and regards its gorgeous, murmuring actors as if they were statuary.
The scenery is more interesting than the movie stars moving through it -- until we're blessed by this Malick movie's version of a priest: punk rock high priestess Patti Smith.
The failure of Song to Song lies in the chasm that continues to widen between Terrence Malick's directing style and the scope of the narrative he wishes to take on.
After three films, the auteur's habit of employing the most attractive of movie stars as leads while 'real' people and members of ethnic groups are used as exotic props has seriously diluted the impact of the work's promise of transcendence and salvation.
Everyone wants to get inside the other, live inside the other's warm soul for a brief moment of connection and comfort. But they're all such airy characters, they breeze through the spaces like so many familiar, almost stereotypical spectres.
The haughtily unenlightened can joke and snipe and snore all the want. As evinced by Song to Song, Malick is operating in top form. If only we'd be bothered to do the work of making sense of it.