Don’t bring a large popcorn and coke in with you – it’s not that kind of movie.
With The Tree of Life, reclusive director Terrence Malick here presents his long awaited treatise on the nature of life, love, death, religion and the very origins of the universe. A series of interconnected and non-linear fragments of the innocence of childhood, and its loss in adulthood, the film is a singular work, a piece of art unlike anything else you’ve ever seen. A mosaic of short cut scenes, detailing the very minutiae of prehistoric cellular mitosis to the sharp glass architecture of contemporary cityscapes, and the transience of life in between, the film poses many questions, offering few answers. There are no big reveals and twists. There is no orderly plot nor rational conclusions to derive. What you do get for the price of your admission ticket is a representation of life on the screen, in its spiritual and twisted forms, and it is beautiful to behold.
