Respected and renowned for his whispery mood-trip films and for indulging in meditative reveries to a point that these reveries become the whole effing movie, Terrence Malick seemingly lives in a state of coddled denial. His producers, Sarah Green and Nicolas Gonda, apparently see to that. He lives to “paint” and dither and toss lettuce leaves in the air. Indulged and allowed to operate within his own cloistered realm, Malick doesn’t just take eons to edit his films — he apparently decides not to make films that he intended to make if the elements don’t feel right or…you know, if they haven’t come together in his head or if he needs to shoot a bit more or whatever.
This is indicated by a 7.21 New York Post story by Isabel Vincent and Melissa Klein that says Seven Seas Partnership, a London-based company, is suing Malick for the $3.3 million it provided to fund Malick’s Voyage of Time, which was supposed to be some kind of trippy, loose-shoe cosmic IMAX trilogy that would have amounted to two (2) 45-minute IMAX films plus a feature. Who would want to watch that much footage or that many films about the origins of earthly creation or whatever the fuck by way of Malick’s fingerpaint mise en scene?
