Finally saw The Tree of Life and I really dug it. Really heartfelt and I got the impression that cleverness was only in service to the material's exploration and not the whole point of the exercise. The evocation of God and what I took to be the central narrative device*, both were pretty nifty, and my hypothesis also manages to explain that odd, exhilarating interlude about 20 mins in. Also, I found it a very earnest examination of how grief impacts one's relationship with God, not just the faraway specter of Him operating in the Heavens but the God that shines in the sunlight, that whispers in the rush of waterfall, the God reflected in the loving smile of a mother towards her son.
In other news,
this happened. Ms. Tilton, you have just made my month.
I haven't been able to calm down for the past two hours. To say that I'm over the moon would be the overstatement of the week. I just....I....::sigh:: I'm happy. :)
*I think it's all from the POV of the deceased brother and he watches over his family with access to their inner thoughts (hence the monologues) and their sensations. The main story is about the rift that comes between the oldest son and the father and their later reconciliation, dramatized by the family reunion at the end (in the afterlife?) and with the mother finally letting go of her grief and giving her son to God.