Monday, 25 July 2011

"They should have sent a poet."

Can I be a pretentious knob for a moment? Thanks.

Having watched The Tree of Life over a week ago, I still find myself pondering over the many intricate details of the movie.

How did Malick recreate a family that's so pitch-perfect that it's hard to believe these people are actually actors? How did Brad Pitt convey about 70 billion emotions in a single glance? How does this film wrap up the meaning of existence in a measly 139 minutes?

This isn't a film in the conventional meaning of the word. If you let it, it is a meditation on the human soul, God, the Universe, and everything inbetween. Let it wash over you.

Yes, even the dinosaur bit.

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