Once there was a young prince whose father, the king of the East, sent him down into Egypt to find a pearl. But when the prince arrived, the people poured him a cup. Drinking it, he forgot he was the son of a king, forgot about the pearl and fell into a deep sleep. Written by
The first poster for the film features 'The Tree Of The Soul' by Dionysius Andreas Freher (1649-1728), a Christian mystic born in Germany, who was particularly fascinated by and wrote extensively about the ideas of Jacob Böhme (1575-1624), a German mystic, philosopher and theologian who believed that humans fall from grace, and that in order to find God again, they have to go through hell first. See more »
I spent 30 years... not living life... but ruining it... for myself... and others... I can't remember... the man... I wanted to be...
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"For optimal sound reproduction, the producers of this film recommend that you play it loud." (In the opening credits.) See more »
If you narrate...your movie...using whispers...in short...sentences...it will make it seem...meaningful...
..only it wasn't. From start to finish this film is nothing more than stylised cliché. If you've seen the first 5 minutes then there is absolutely no need to watch the rest, because nothing else happens.
In short the film is as follows: Playful nymphets frolicking around in luxurious spaces, Christian Bale looking like he's had too much lithium, various narrators whispering something about life and some melodramatic improv. acting all filmed with a shaky camera. That's it. No meaning, no message and certainly no depth.
From the style of the film it's safe to say that the director is aiming at depicting a characters search for meaning in a superficial world of carnal desire and material illusion. Unfortunately though, far from creating some kind of Zen reflection, the film itself remains as superficial as the characters it portrays. The direction is a bag of tricks with the same series of shots repeated over and over and the narration is all pseudo-poetic garbage delivered in whispers so it seems deep.
This is all actually very surprising, because this same director also made 'The Tree of Life' which was similar in style to this film but actually had a purpose and urgency to it. In comparison this really does seem suspiciously like a very lazy imitation of his earlier work.
Spiritually this film is about as important as a Levi jeans advert and artistically it's as beautiful as a plastic palm tree. There's literally no reason to watch this film, it's simply the product of Malick's ego masturbation brought to orgasm with the help of some Hollywood A-Listers in the hope everyone would come off looking like celebrity Buddhists. Instead they just look like fakers.
Take my advice, don't waste your time and money on this pretentious nonsense, go and watch The Tree of Life instead.
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