By Mónica Delgado

Again we face a film of the Malick trademark. The elements are all there: atmospheric cameras always in unrest, melancholic voice overs spilling pseudo-existential reflections, and a soundtrack which complete the spiritual elevation of the characters. In Malicks cinema, even a rusty chain, an old broom in a corner or a hairy worm over a letter seems transcendent. So, yes, A hidden life is more of the same.