There are critics who’ve greeted Malick’s last few cinematic church services on their knees, and I went into this one with my mind open. But at some point a wind from On High blew it shut. It’s not that the characters’ struggles don’t interest me. You share those struggles, no matter what your faith or lack thereof, if you’re human. The problem is these characters don’t seem human. They’re not people, they’re symbols of people, so the whole thing comes off as generalized, even woozy.