The Tree Of Life
Director Terrance Mallick's latest, which was met by both boos and a standing ovation when screened at Cannes.
A mix of the audacious and the mundane, none of which did much for me.
The story of a Texas family told in fragments of memory. The fragmentation only eases in the third quarter which is the only narratively driven part of the film, but as this is supposedly being remembered by by one of three brothers, now grown up, the memories seem to lack the complexity one would expect from an adult looking back. The mother and father of the family are both stock types and although well acted, lack any kind of nuance or subtlety.
It may be brave to have only fragments of story in the first half of the film, but this bravery doesn't pay off. The film simply fails to engage and the whispered voice-overs are irritating and give the film an air of pretension.
The much talked about history of creation sequence, while audacious, had all the profundity of a horoscope.
Even the film's much admired photography seemed more arty then artful to me. I am reminded of Andrei Tarkovsky's Mirror another film in which a man looks back at his childhood and can't help thinking that Tarkovsky's film not only has a look that is both striking and in total harmony with the content, but is a film with a lot more depth too.
About a fifth of the audience left before the end of the screening I went to, the first two left after only about 15 minutes; one couple actually left best part of two hours into the film. I stayed the course, but more out of curiosity than anything else.
Of course many people will tell you that this film is a work of sheer genius and it's quite possible that I simply lack the intellect to appreciate it's profoundity, but bottom line is that I was bored shitless!
_________________ Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days
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