At first glance the reviews range from cynical- "Too experimental" "Less Plato than metaphysical Play-Doh" to joyful raving- "Masterful, unforgettable", "A cinematic triumph". Which goes to show that you love this movie or you really hate it.
At the moment I'm thinking, "Jesus, what are we getting ourselves into right here," but I'm also looking forward to Tuesday's screening. You got me, I like thrills- metaphysically blowing my mind out my ears? I'm in. I'm curious to see if I'll love The Tree of Life or hate it, but I'm hoping I'll like it- by which I mean "I really hope I can wrap my head around it and not throw up philosophically in the process".
By most reviewers' accounts, the film is going to be "strange". Yeah, well, have you ever read IT? That's some strange sentiment and I somehow survived the encounter with a couple finger's hold on the story. At this point, if I can handle King, I hope I can handle Malick.
Mostly I'm rabidly curious about what Malick's trying to say with his movie. Quick, let's turn the page to Tuesday and get started.
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