Rating: 5/5
by Brian Kesler
In many ways, Terrence Malick reminds me a lot of my favorite director,
Stanley Kubrick. He's a perfectionist, he makes a film only once every
several years, he is totally hands on and involved, he uses wide angle
lenses for close-ups and medium shots, and he tackles subject matter
that is important, risky, and very ambitious. This film rivals '2001: A
Space Odyssey' in terms of ambition. In fact, you could say this is the
long-lost companion film to Kubrick's science-fiction masterpiece. They
both jump from prehistoric times to modern and futuristic times, and
they both ask compelling questions on the nature of our place in the
universe. Where '2001' is cold and scientific, 'Tree of Life' is warm
and religious. They are perfect companion pieces.
The film opens with a theory that every living things follows the rules
of nature or the rules of grace. Jessica Chastain is the mother, and
Brad Pitt is the father, and they get a letter in the late '50s, telling
them their son has died. The film rewinds to the creation of the
universe, the big bang, the development of landscapes on earth, the
birth of the sun, single-celled organisms, life in the sea, and the
discovery of shore, after which dinosaurs roam the earth and become
extinct after an asteroid crashes into the ocean. This sequence is long
and set to classical music - in the style of Kubrick - and reminded me
of a similar chain of events drawn by the master animators of the early
Disney studio in the classic 'Fantasia.' The film fast-forwards to the
late '40s, documenting the birth of the couple's first son, and the two
consecutive sons, and the journey of life from naive infant, discovering
new things and seeing the world with a fresh pair of eyes; to
childhood, playing to your heart's content, but knowing something is
wrong, something bad is happening to you; to teenagerhood, being
confused by the contradictory nature of adult rules and adult
philosophy, struggling with a belief in God, hormones that you mustn't
talk about, and the constant fascination with violence; to adulthood,
plagued with cynicism and the loss of innocence.
Jessica Chastain represents grace (literally depicted as a floating
angel in one sequence), where Brad Pitt represents nature. Some have
complained that his character is almost too much a stereotypical
wife-beater, when in fact, he's a well portrayed vision of a man
struggling with his addiction to control and his need of love and pity.
There are two scenes showing the children being woken up by their
parents. Chastain wakes them up by dropping ice cubes down their shirts
as they laugh and giggle. Pitt storms into the room and pulls the sheets
from the bed without saying a word. It's difficult to see these
children smiling as infants as they take their first steps to then being
afraid to speak or smile in front of their father.
As I said before, the film deals with the belief in God, especially in a
scene where the eldest son, not older than 13, sees the hatred that
plagues the adult world and asks God, "Why do I have to be good if
you're not." It's a profoundly personal film with big questions
regarding faith. There is voice-over narration throughout, whispered by
the characters, speaking to God and asking him: Why? They will never
know the answer, but the eldest son, played later in the film by Sean
Penn as a modern financial capitalist, gets a glimpse into the
afterlife, as he transcends dimensions and witnesses his mother giving
her dead son from so long ago to God.
There are many things in 'The Tree of Life' that are up to
interpretation, more so - even - than with '2001,' which has become
pretty consistently explained. It's a movie that should be seen with an
open mind, a mind ready for exercise, a mind ready to explore its own
questions on faith and the universe. It's a movie that should be seen
twice, three times, examined and studied and pondered. These are the
kinds of movies that are important and it is imperative that we are open
to seeing them and benefiting from their philosophy.
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