I used to wait for new music from The Beatles and The Stones with an almost unbearable anticipation. The same was true of films by Kubrick and Scorsese. Now there’s little music or film that puts me in that state of heightened expectation. The only film maker that conjures the sense that maybe there are new mystical cinematic vistas on the horizon is the alchemist of celluloid Terrence Malick. And Terrence has a new film coming out in 2011. My serpent power is humming.