Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I knew I'd love Terence Malick's new movie The Tree of Life. I knew it the first time I saw a trailer on the big screen, and this is a movie that you must watch on the big screen. People cry pretension or boring or too cerebral or he's out there, but I sit in my chair and open my eyes and literally fall into his movies, lost. I see my ancestors in this movie; I see my beginning; I see my mother and my motherhood; I see my lost love's beginning and his father; I see everything, it seems. The spell isn't broken for the rest of the day and I move as if underwater, sea-grasses blowing, eternity a sandy beach of solitary people recognizing one another, at last.