Especially when "nature" here is in clear, smirking opposition to the construction of medieval European Christendom as a civilization. These kind of movies make me wonder how much I'm willing to overlook when I watch these. Frank mentioned, reasonably, the opacity of the dialogue. But because I already decided that I liked what this movie is trying to describe, I can fit the opacity into my existing appreciation as a kind of, uh, smugness of infinity. Our conversations are urgent, occur with purpose. But we have things to do before we die, and wildness and nature and the green doesn't, and they don't need to be understood. They're just taunting us with language. Or not. Whatever.

Luckily, this is as beautiful to look at as everybody says. So, shrug. I loved it.

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"Walleye, a lot of things are going to go wrong in your life that technically aren't your fault. Always remember that this doesn't make you any less of an idiot"

--Walleye's Dad