Tree of Life: I don’t know what it is, but I love it.
The Malick was the closing film of the French film festival at Shangri-La Mall. I expected it would be a test of fortitude so I skipped dinner and had a tub of coffee before the movie. And made jokes about bringing a neck pillow. Well I was wide awake throughout the 2 hours, 18 minutes (shorter than I’d thought). First I was pulled in by the stunning visuals then I just had to stick around. Brad Pitt and Sean Penn are fine, Jessica Chastain is wonderful, and Hunter McCracken as the young Sean Penn character acts rings around everyone.
So I love the movie, and now I have to figure out why.
“I’m not sure what I think about the movie,” said my surly friend Bernard-Henri. “The origins of the universe scenes were corny. Shooting lights underwater. (Snort.)”
He was referring to the long section that starts with the Big Bang and moves on to nebulae, single-celled organisms, dinosaurs.
“I don’t see what all that American Christian stuff had to do with it,” he said.
I think it’s saying we’d like to think it’s part of some cosmic design but the universe really doesn’t care. We’re like dinosaurs.
Speaking of cosmic after the movie we ate at a ramen place and stumbled into a wormhole.
In the restaurant it’s still December 17, 2010. Time travel!
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June 20th, 2011 at 04:08
Beautiful movie but I didn’t understand it that much. I fell asleep during the cosmos scenes and was wide awake when the humans were on.
Did you notice that the 2nd son actually looked like Brad Pitt. Guapo!
Kinda off-topic but my friend (who is a huge fan of yours) and I saw you at shangri-la and I asked her if she wanted to approach you, say hi, and maybe take a picture with you, but she got shy.
June 20th, 2011 at 09:19
Can’t wait till this gets shown in my city. Think I’m gonna watch The Thin Red Line before I go to bed tonight.
June 20th, 2011 at 11:57
@heyjay: if you truly are a fan, you would know better than to approach. You never approach.