In between sunburns and drinks, my friend Marc and I went to see Terrence Malick's 'Tree of Life' yesterday. It was one of the most overwhelming movies I have ever seen and probably now one of my favorites. I was warned by Marc before seeing it that I shouldn't expect a real narrative or plot necessarily. I'd also remembered reading in Roger Ebert's review in which he claimed it was the closest movie he could use to compare to '2001: A Space Odyssey', which seemed alright in my books but was kind of confusing because wasn't this movie about a family in 1950s suburbia? Nope. So much more.
This movie seems to begin with a sad moment in a mother's life then decides to retrace its steps to explain how it reached that point. And by retrace its steps, I mean it goes back to the Big Bang. I did not expect to see dinosaurs in this movie, but I did, and even they had a human quality that completely fit with the tone of the rest of the film. The movie almost felt like one long montage of Life. I bawled at scenes of outer space. It was that intense.
I want to see it again. In fact, if I'm not working Tuesday night, I might bring my boyfriend for a cheap Tuesday viewing. And now this time, I will remember that George Clooney is not in this movie, and won't keep expecting him to pop into the screen at every scene change.