Tree Of Life

I have tried to write the review for Tree Of Life for a couple of weeks now. Well actually.....no I really haven’t, I tried for a couple of days, then gave up, now I’m coming back to it.

When the film was over, the first words out of my mouth were "Oh Thank God!" just a little too loudly!

I've now read a bit more about Terrence Malick and it seems that this was autobiographical or at least semi, in which case, he is trying to make sense of his youngest brother's death. TM had an overbearing father who sent his youngest son to Spain to study gutar with Segovia, who apparently was a legendary cruel taskmaster. TM's brother broke both his own hands and his father asked TM to go over to Spain to help youngest brother and TM refused. TM's father went over and returned with his youngest brother's body. Therefore TM wasn't there when his brother needed him most.

The first hour especially and indeed the entire film was visually stunning. It was like a perfect mood board to set up the story, but the film then just stalled. Just like that.

Didn't really matter whether story was linear or non, there really wasn't much being told here only implied. Give the audience its due, we tried, REALLY HARD to stick with it, and no one walked out which I know has happened in other screenings.

I quite accept we are all part of (a) tree(s) of life, and our place on that tree draws together the interdependence through the tree down to the roots and searching for a meaning of what happens to us through memories can be incredibly painful/daunting. The meaning of life might that in God’s grand plan, nothing matters much or one ripple creates a butterfly effect. You're here, then you're not, your people mourn, reflect, reminisce, get on with it or don’t.

But really, Terence Malick is well educated who makes lovely films and should have been able to finish off The Tree Of Life without having the audience scratch its collective bemused head and be pleased the 'ordeal' was over.

A woman in my screening asked me if I understood the meaning, and I just shrugged my shoulders, shook my head and thought here is another 2 1/2 hours of my life I will never get back. And that sucks!

Or maybe I’m just completely missing the point which is quite possible. In that case, nevermind!