I hate melancholy.
Floating in existential whispery sadness doesn’t warm the cockles.
I can’t believe The Tree of Life was nominated for best picture. Sure there’s good stuff in there, but it’s been a long time since I wanted a movie to end so badly.
Let me start out strong with my best argument.
The hushed tone head-hopping voiceover. It’s artistic, and perhaps it works well with this particular plot.
But I doubt it.
Terrence Malick used the exact same effect in his film The Thin Red Line from 1998. Thirteen years later, it’s still just as distracting and uninformative.
I watched Thin Red Line with my Dad a week ago. He seemed to enjoy it more, because I didn’t love it.
In fact, I found TTRL dull, preachy and heartless. More ‘technically’ good, rather than ‘unquestionably’ good. Throw enough dollars into the visual layout, build a bunch of tension and you’ve got a thumbs-up.
Folks toss around the word, ‘boring’ too much. ‘Boring’ is mostly for whiners. It should only be used to describe something that’s extremely dull.
The Tree of Life is boring.
It’s not better than The Thin Red Line, despite a similar visual format.
What is with the gospel music? Was the plot not dull enough?
The cast is excellent. Brad Pitt, Jessica Chastain and Sean Penn are all very good.
With all the stylish editing, the movie’s very difficult to follow.
Half of The Tree of Life is nature imagery, and features footage from cosmic to microscopic, from water molecules to supernovae. I’m open to a more whimsical form of storytelling, but eventually it gets tiresome.
I disliked this movie because I think Terrence is saying a lot less than he lets on.
As a period piece and a study of a family living in Waco, Texas in 1956, I’m fine with it. But do we need all of this existential stuff, the intergalactic imagery or the vague timeframe?
It seems the puzzle pieces don’t fit together in any coherent fashion.
There are a couple things I’m confused about.
When the velociraptor removes its foot from the wounded dinosaur’s head, is that supposed to be the moment in Earth’s history when humans began evolving? That our greatest redeeming quality is the capacity for compassion?
Well, if so, then great! What’s it teach us about Brad Pitt’s family in 1956?
I’m not convinced the dinosaurs belong in the movie.
The Oedipus complex is also something I never connect with. Perhaps Terrence is trying to show how it manifests itself even in recent history.
I don’t know, and I guess I just don’t care.
The Tree of Life has a few good moments, however.
Young men will appreciate much of the father-son interactions between Brad Pitt and Hunter McCracken.
Whenever Jessica Chastain’s on-screen is generally enjoyable.
At one point, she’s bouncing and twirling in zero gravity beside the tree and it’s enchanting.
If Terry cut out some babbling brooks and tossed in a bit more of Jessica dancing on air, The Tree of Life may have been great.