Tree of Life

To get deeper about Tree of Life, it’s like this; I do believe some films can be criticized as good or bad but Tree is neither of the categories. Obviously there is such a thing as great film, and bad film. Then there are films like: Tree of Life, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, 2001, Donnie Darko, Butiful, The Shining, Lost Highway, Talk to Her, 8 and ½, Match Point and so on.

Tree like these other films is much more like a painting than a film. Some art just has to exist and you either accept it or deny it. And you know that it is something beyond beauty, limits, words, and or one particular feeling. The art becomes a moving breathing poem that has no real language to call its own. I don’t think one particular critic needs to make any comment on Tree of Life. To me it was like staring at one of my favorite paintings made by one of my many favorite painters for a good two and a half hours.

If I told you how that painting really made me feel or what it meant to me personally it wouldn’t make any sense to you. It’s more a personal interpretation of art. I also think the world expects way too much from most all directors of film, television and or art in general. No owes any one of you an explanation about anything. In the big picture, the original intention of any art is to mean something different to all of us.

I assure you, I don’t love the same things you love, and nor do I hate the same things you hate.

Otherwise, it would be a tired, boring world we live in now wouldn’t it?