Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2011 22:53:51 GMT -4
My immediate, post-viewing impression was this: If you're a son and a brother of a certain age who often is reminded of the utter insignificance of the temporarily-monumental events in your life when compared to the enormity of the universe, and feel like bawling your eyes out for two hours, accompanied by the most gorgeous imagery and music ever committed to film, I heartily recommend "The Tree of Life".
Like all of Malick's films, this'll stay with me forever.
The acting was uniformly outstanding, and every time I recall how awesome Pitt or Hunter "Young Jack" McCracken was, I'm bombarded by memories of Penn's and Chastain's remarkable performances, too. There simply are far too many moments of sublime perfection, acting and visuals, to highlight a handful.
magazinewhore's description, "somewhere between a feverdream and a poem" is perfect. I'd quibble with Malick's "spiritual" intentions, but they'd be as insignificant as he showed each of us to be in the span of time. I'm only partially interested in knowing what the ending is intended to evoke, but think I'd rather not know, instead just letting it ping-pong between my conscious and unconscious response to the entire film. huntergrayson, my entirely-atheist mind accepted the ending not so much as you've described but, instead, a poetic representation that >>when we consider our place within the hugeness of the universe, all we can cling to is the memory of people who've touched our lives in significant ways, and how their touch has shaped us into the people we become before we die<<.
Like all of Malick's films, this'll stay with me forever.
The acting was uniformly outstanding, and every time I recall how awesome Pitt or Hunter "Young Jack" McCracken was, I'm bombarded by memories of Penn's and Chastain's remarkable performances, too. There simply are far too many moments of sublime perfection, acting and visuals, to highlight a handful.
magazinewhore's description, "somewhere between a feverdream and a poem" is perfect. I'd quibble with Malick's "spiritual" intentions, but they'd be as insignificant as he showed each of us to be in the span of time. I'm only partially interested in knowing what the ending is intended to evoke, but think I'd rather not know, instead just letting it ping-pong between my conscious and unconscious response to the entire film. huntergrayson, my entirely-atheist mind accepted the ending not so much as you've described but, instead, a poetic representation that >>when we consider our place within the hugeness of the universe, all we can cling to is the memory of people who've touched our lives in significant ways, and how their touch has shaped us into the people we become before we die<<.
