7/11/15
4/4
With a second viewing, The Tree of Life moves into my definitive handful of films, representing that side of my cinema which comes closest to pure art and divine beauty. Again, I appreciated the first movement far more than the second. That first section is, conceptually and aesthetically, pure insanity; the highest art I have ever come across in film. As I explained in my last review, it is true poetry.
This film is untouchably beautiful, so far ahead of the rest of the world. It will live on for me as a sublimely minimalistic and meditative monument to humanity and its endeavors.
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