Thursday, December 01, 2011


The dino ate her baby

By Edward Copeland
Most people who know me and my past opinions on director Terrence Malick won't believe me when I say that I started watching The Tree of Life with an open mind. Given the reviews it received — even from non-Malick devotees — and that it seems likely to figure in this year's awards, I thought I'd give it a shot. Besides, the fact that I ended up thinking The Tree of Life was profoundly muddled and silly was no more preordained than all the glowing reviews the film received from those who think the man walks on water. Actually, I bet the odds were better that I'd end up liking The Tree of Life than one of his worshippers would have written a pan. As it turns out, neither his apostles nor I ended up shocking anyone, though some of my criticisms of the movie surprised even me. I have my usual problems with The Tree of Life that I do with his other films: no narrative, no characters, pretty but empty. However, I didn't expect to review a Malick film and use the adjective derivative to describe it (and I don't mean derivative of himself). As a sort of unofficial rule, if one of our writers has reviewed a recent release, I tend not to run another one, but for this I make an exception. However, I don't want anyone to misinterpret this as a rebuttal to J.D.'s positive review of The Tree of Life. In fact, when I decided to watch it, I debated whether I would write about it, no matter how I ended up feeling about the film. I decided that if I ended up liking it, that deserved to be noted and if I had my usual reaction to his work, I was going to stay silent. As I watched the movie though and found more things I wanted to shout to the world, I knew I couldn't keep my naysaying to myself.

Before I dive into my own thoughts, I wanted to mention some amusing things I discovered on the Web that I felt were worth mentioning about the film.

  • I tried to find the actual story to back this up, but alas I have to just use the note from the trivia page on the film on IMDb. "An Italian cinema showed the film for a week with the first two reels switched. Even though the film starts with production logos, no one in the theater noticed and thought it was all part of Terrence Malick's "crazy editing style." An understandable reaction since it hardly matters what order most of the scenes are played in.

  • Sean Penn's disappointment in the film was reportedly widely and is easy to comprehend once you see the film since his performance consists of walking. You have to assume to some extent (or read press notes) to know that his character is supposed to be the adult version of young Jack O'Brien (Hunter McCracken). Now, don't even worry about the math the young Jack was 11 sometimes in the 1950s and when he becomes Sean Penn, the scenes seem to be unmistakably current and modern, meaning the 51-year-old Penn's character should be well into his 60s. Many have speculated that the family in The Tree of Life bears many resemblances to Malick's own and he just turned 68 on Wednesday, so perhaps that explains the age disparity. I digressed a bit and should let Penn's own words from the interview speak for themselves.
    Penn who makes a brief appearance in the film playing Brad Pitt's son, told Le Figaro that he is not sure what his character added to the film.
    Penn said: "On screen, I didn't see the emotion of the script, which is the most beautiful I've ever read. In my opinion, a more conventional narrative would have made the film better and clearer without affecting its beauty and impact.
    "Frankly, I'm still trying to understand what I was there to do and what I was meant to add in that context. Even Terry himself didn't manage to explain it to me clearly."

  • The Tree of Life didn't go over well with some of your standard moviegoers, who were so dumbfounded that theaters reported many walkouts and demands for refunds. Larry Aydlette at The Palm Beach Post wrote an entertaining commentary about the phenomenon. A few choice excerpts:
    While cinephiles delight in deciphering the complexities of Terrence Malick’s new film, The Tree of Life, movie theaters across the country are dealing with something else: a steady stream of walkouts.
    I counted 12 to 15 people leaving a showing I attended last weekend at the Cobb Jupiter 18 theater. A colleague at another screening counted 17.
    At a Connecticut art-house theater, enough people were asking for refunds, which the theater does not permit, that management posted this notice: "We would like to take this opportunity to remind patrons that The Tree of Life is a uniquely visionary and deeply philosophical film from an auteur director. It does not follow a traditional, linear narrative approach to storytelling."

  • I remember a movie buff pal of mine in the thrall of having seen the movie predicting that it could be an unexpected box office hit and I told him at the time that even if it were really great, a Malick film would never set the box office on fire. (Current figures courtesy Box Office Mojo. Total domestic gross: $13,303,319. Foreign gross: $41 million. Production budget: $32 million. Perhaps not having English as your native language helps.) Granted, I'm not a Malick fan, but I do think it would be a great thing if we lived in a country where the majority of people had more discerning tastes, but unfortunately that isn't the case. Centuries ago, even the English peasants enjoyed Shakespeare as popular entertainment. Today, while many of us still worship the Bard, most think reading him or watching his plays is comparable to having a root canal. Look at the kind of people that get elected time and time again: People in West Virginia and South Carolina sent men over the age of 90 back to the Senate for six-year-terms and, not surprisingly, they died in office. We're not a country of rocket scientists.

    Putting that aside, that doesn't excuse Malick for making the malarkey that is The Tree of Life. Now I'm fully prepared for the backlash I'll get and I don't care because one thing people forget — alas, even critics a lot of the time I'm afraid — is that all opinions are subjective. My opinion is as valid as yours. Too many people are insecure about what they believe so when someone posits the opposite, they take it as a personal attack when it isn't. Those who love The Tree of Life aren't wrong but neither are those who puncture its meandering pretentiousness because there isn't a right answer. It's not an equation such as what 2+2 equals. If only one point of view on a movie or a novel or a work of theater were valid and all others were bunk, that would delegitimize criticism in general.

    I'm guilty of wanting to gird myself with backers of my point-of-view, but I decided not to list other critics who went against the wave on The Tree of Life with the exception of one, whose lead I enjoyed so much (and who actually identified himself as someone who had liked Malick's previous films). So, only Michael Atkinson at Sight & Sound gets a review excerpt:
    As you may well have already deduced, Terrence Malick’s new hyper-reverie is an entirely unique launch into the present-moment film-culture ether — an ambitious Rorschach blot that is almost exactly as pretentious and unwittingly absurd as it is inspired, evocative and gorgeous. It often seems to have been deliberately calibrated to divide its viewership into warring camps, to intoxicate the Malickians into awestruck swoons just as it produces scoffings from the skeptics and stupefies the average filmgoer. But that presumes Malick considers a viewership at all — which he may not, and if there are many, many ways to look at The Tree of Life, which seems already to be a film that’s more interesting to argue about than to actually watch, then it’s difficult to shake the sense of it as the spectacle of a man gone deep-sea diving in his own navel.

    Atkinson later adds, "I, just so we’re clear, have not been a Malick skeptic until now; his 1970s double-hitter ages beautifully, and The Thin Red Line (1998) is an epochal explosion of broken hearts, adrenal fever and genre-movie subversions. The New World (2005), for all its historical pathmarks, played like a sweet chapter elided from the previous film, with much of the same visual and tonal vocabulary." So I guess there were some admirers who felt that The Tree of Life was too much. Though as he gets deeper into the faults he finds within The Tree of Life, Atkinson asks two questions that I, myself found hilarious and wondered what the answer would be. "Does Malick think the universe shines out of his ass? Do you?" he asks.

    I think my prologue has gone on long enough, now it's time for me to unload. One of the things that grated on my nerves in Days of Heaven and, most especially, in The Thin Red Line were the pseudo-philosophical voiceover narrations by characters with really bad attempts at backwoods Southern accents. One mark in the favor of The Tree of Life is that the inevitable voiceovers haven't been required to sound like untalented junior high school students trying to put on a production of Greater Tuna. Unfortunately, for the first 40 minutes or so of the movie, all dialogue, be it voiceover or between characters, is conducted in such a whispery tone that's overpowered by music and sound effects that you can barely hear what Jessica Chastain as Mrs. O'Brien, Brad Pitt's character's wife and mother of the three boys, is even saying. It may have been a blessing that I couldn't see it until DVD because then I could hit the subtitles to figure out what the hell was being said. As expected, it was the usual Malick attempt at being poetic, discussing the paths you choose in life. Thanks to having to use the subtitles, I can quote Mrs. O'Brien verbatim. "The nuns taught us there were two ways through life — the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow. Grace doesn't try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things," Mrs. O'Brien says in a whispered voiceover, perhaps addressing us, perhaps addressing her sons. One thing is certain: I found it a surprising point-of-view from Malick who never met a leaf or a tree he didn't like, but if you delve into what she's saying — basically choosing a life of grace over nature "which only wants to please itself," this may be Malick's way of confessing to compulsive masturbation because Lord knows that's what his films play like and The Tree of Life may be the ultimate culmination of that habit. Call it autoerotic moviemmaking without a plastic bag over his head or noose around his neck (as far as we know).

    During this opening section where you can't make out most of what anyone is saying, the O'Briens receive word that one of their sons has died (I honestly can't tell you which one other than it's not the one who grows up to be Sean Penn and it doesn't happen until that son is 19-years-old, not that Pitt or Chastain show any evidence of aging. The DVD labels this chapter "Grief." I will not go to the trouble of naming the infinite number of films that have had better depictions of grieving, mainly because it's one of the few moments of The Tree of Life that didn't look to me as if it was ripping off another (and usually better) movie. That front section though does, in its own odd way, set up the battle for young Jack's soul between Jessica Chastain's mother who is all that is good (she literally levitates around a tree in the yard in one scene without any explanation and ends up dying and placed in a Sleeping Beauty-like glass coffin in the woods; when she gives birth to one of the boys, it's done in a strange room completely draped in white). In contrast, Pitt's Mr. O'Brien, who gets fleshed out more in the film's second half, seems as if he was spawned by a lab experiment that united the genes of Robert De Niro's Dwight Hansen from This Boy's Life and Jack Nicholson's Robert Dupea in Five Easy Pieces. In its 1950s suburban Malick-like way (at one point Mr. O'Brien actually accuses his wife of trying to turn his sons against him), it almost sets the two up as if Chastain's Mrs. O'Brien is Willem DaFoe's Sgt. Elias and Pitt's Mr. O'Brien is Tom Berenger's Sgt. Barnes from Oliver Stone's Platoon, fighting over three young boys instead of Charlie Sheen. Before we can really dive into Mr. Brien's abusive "I wish I'd been a pianist" character more deeply, we interrupt this sketchiness for the creation of the world.

    Throughout The Tree of Life, the film will fade to black and something resembling a large pilot light will appear in the middle of the screen, usually accompanied by voiceover, then back to another scene, either of the kids, or Mrs. O'Brien, or maybe the older Jack walking aimlessly in structures of glass and concrete supposedly looking contemplative. At one point, we do get Mrs. O'Brien swinging on a swing which, if I recall correctly, one of the wives or girlfriends back at home during World War II in The Thin Red Line did as well. I wonder if it's the same swring. Anyway, about 30 minutes into the movie, the flame doesn't go to a "normal" scene but to a more than 15-minute sequence of exploding volcanoes with lots of magma, rushing water and all sorts of imagery evoking the creation of the universe. Eventually, we witness the development of the first sea creatures, which actually are better defined as characters than the human ones have been up to that point. We get to the infamous moment with the dinosaurs (which, much to my disappointment did not speak in voiceover) as one skips over to another lying by a creek and proceeds to step on its head, crushing it until it is dead. What a revelation! Is this the first murder? Dinosaurs predated man, but if man evolved from apes then apes predated man and they used a bone as a weapon to kill another ape for the first murder 43 years ago in Kubrick's 2001. The Tree of Life even tosses in a shot of the planet Jupiter for some reason and in the book and movie sequel, 2010, Jupiter answered the questions from 2001 no one really needed answered as the planet served as the beginning of a second sun for Earth. Then again, The Tree of Life's ending includes many shots of the sun, maybe Malick is endorsing Arthur C. Clarke's tale as science fact. On the other hand, perhaps he's a Star Wars nut and it's an homage to Tatooine. Now, I'm far from the first (nor will I be the last) to note similarities to 2001: A Space Odyssey, especially with Douglas Trumbull coming out of retirement to help Malick with special effects, but The Tree of Life is no 2001 — and I'm not even that film's biggest fan — but there's more character development in HAL 9000 than any of the stick figures of Malick's film.

    Even pieces on Malick I've read by people who love him and The Tree of Life acknowledge that with each new film, he seems to be less interested not only in conventional narrative structure but dialogue as well. I have no problem with playing around with structure — many of the greatest films of all time have done that, but it takes some special skills to pull off films that eschew dialogue and characterization, that embrace style at the expense of substance. Now, Malick defenders will argue that The Tree of Life actually overflows with substantive ideas, but does it or does Malick just toss some images on the screen and let the viewer do all the work, conjuring substance that may or may not be there. For me, the most telling shot of the entire film occurs early when Malick films the boys playing outside and their shadows on the sidewalk seem to resemble aliens. That seems wholly appropriate because watching Malick films, they don't seem to be made by someone who has any connection to humanity anymore. The one line of dialogue in the film that actually stood out to me is when Mr. O'Brien tells his son, "Toscanini recorded a piece 65 times. When he was done, he said, 'It could have been better.' Think about it." Perhaps that explains how Malick ended up with about a dozen different versions of The New World.

    Now, I know I'm treading on dangerous ground with what I'm about to write, so I ask my friends who admire Malick and/or The Tree of Life not to take this part personally, but it's something that struck me as strange before I saw it. Now that I have seen the film, it makes me feel that it's an even odder side effect. The film's fans discuss it in terms of its spirituality and how it raises "the big questions." Friends, who in everyday life would willingly categorize themselves as atheists, agnostics or general nonbelievers or would even go so far as to mock those who do profess religious faith, suddenly ask, "What is God's plan for us?" "Why are we here?" and other similar existential questions inspired from the viewing the film. Malick certainly isn't playing the role of evangelist here and the next day, they'll be back to their normal selves, but it's so out of character. Even in an actual great film such as The Rapture which raises these issues, the conversation doesn't change the films' admirers' ways of thinking. (Coincidence or not, when Penn's adult Jack wanders toward the end, the barren landscape resembles both the desert that Mimi Rogers' character Sharon in The Rapture takes her daughter to as she awaits the endtimes and the purgatory she's left in because she refuses to give in to God. (There's a more compelling idea in the last half of that sentence describing The Rapture than in the entire 2 hours and 18 minutes of The Tree of Life.) In some cases, I think it stems from people so devoted to Malick that they'd never dare criticize, in others, they defy reason. As for being unable to criticize favorite directors of yours, I always remember what Roger Ebert says Robert Altman told him once. "If you never gave me a bad review, how could I believe the good ones?" Even masters such as Wilder and Hitchcock don't have perfect records.

    In the end, what really struck me about The Tree of Life wasn't all the elements it had that annoyed me in previous Malick films but the amount of images and situations in a film hailed as such a unique and original vision that looked as if they were lifted from other films. When Penn wanders in that desert, it differs from The Rapture in that he finds a door and the thought that crossed my mind was Beetlejuice — not that I expected him to face off against giant worm creatures. I think it was my subconscious thinking of films I'd rather be watching and, honestly, had just as many profound things to say about the life cycle as Malick's film does. Then all the family members at their various ages reunite in the barren land to come to grace. Jack and his dad set aside their rocky relationship (and I awaited Jack to say to his dad with a crack in his voice, "Want to have a catch?"). Even though the living and the dead hadn't reassembled in a church, it also reminded me of the idyllic ending of Places in the Heart.

    More than the many films that The Tree of Life reminded me of is the master filmmaker who kept invading my thoughts. If it's true that the O'Brien family represents a pseudo-autobiographical look at Malick's own family life and their story came out as this muddle, think of how many distinct and masterful films (not always directed by him) Ingmar Bergman wrote about his family's life. Aside from that, Bergman also made some of the greatest films of all time that tackled all the issues Malick supposedly flirts with in The Tree of Life — memory, dying, death, loss, faith, etc. — and he made them all with finesse, skill and daring — he even toyed with linear structure to represent memory. Sure, Bergman never thought about including dinosaurs, but he did let a knight play chess with death and I'd rather re-watch The Seventh Seal another hundred times before even considering dipping my toes into Malick's murky waters again.

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    I remember a movie buff pal of mine in the thrall of having seen the movie predicting that it could be an unexpected box office hit and I told him at the time that even if it were really great, a Malick film would never set the box office on fire.

    I remember that same forecast and rolling my eyes when I read it. Our mutual friend gets carried away sometimes.

    Tree of Life is my favorite film of the year, for reasons too many to articulate here. What I do want to emphasize is, like all films, it's certainly open to criticism, and your perspective is valuable as part of the larger discussion.

    Regarding the religious aspect, I can only speak for myself (an agnostic), but I think the movie can speak of things like "God" and "the soul" on a mythological level, whether or not Malick intends it. My sense is Malick believes in some form of divinity, but also (obviously) he acknowledges evolution too, and Tree of Life is him wrestling with reconciling these notions. I think the film has more elements that are appealing to the skeptic than the True Believer, because while Malick has his own ideas on these subjects he wants us to think about them and come to our own conclusions. The movie wouldn't be so elliptical and elusive if he were promoting a clear-cut doctrine. So I don't think it's a case of buying into these topics as they exist in our everyday lives so much as buying into how Malick incorporates them in the movie.
    I agree. I don't think Malick was committing one way or another. It just seemed odd that so many of the movie's fans started discussing God when it would never cross their lips in a serious way before.
    I think it's just a response to (for some) the conviction by which Malick approaches the subject. Like the sudden interest in Méliès now that Hugo is out.
    Hmmm....I have a sinking suspicion I'm one of those non-believers you refer to whose response seems wildly out of character. I don't think you necessarily have to be a religious person to question what man's role in the universe is - whether this is all part of some master plan, or if, in fact, we're out here on our own, with no reason for life or death in the absence of any kind of intelligent design. Whether or not you believe in the traditional sense, we all ask ourselves those questions - especially when faced with events that seemingly make no sense, like the loss of a loved one. It's not out of character for me, personally, to gravitate towards those themes - I've been wondering what we're doing here and what the point of it all is since kindergarten, without framing those questions within the context of religion - and even when I return to my "normal self" (any day now, surely), I suspect I'll still be asking myself those questions. The film didn't change my thinking on the subject, or cause me to reevaluate my stance in relation to conventional religious doctrine - rest assured you won't catch me attending any church services any time soon. I don't actually view The Tree of Life as a religious film - it deals with spiritually, certainly, but that's not something that can (or should) be defined in narrow terms. If there were any plugs for the Judeo-Christian school of thought going on in The Tree of Life, they went way over my head. He might have snuck some Buddhism in there, but it's not really my field of expertise.

    There are some film writers who approach film analysis in what you or I may consider a very pretentious, pseudo-intellectual way - but those writers tend to apply that treatment to everything, not just the films of Terrence Malick. Hell, I've read critical theory dissertations on The Wizard of Oz for which the only appropriate response would be "Get a Shovel." With the proviso that I can only speak for myself, I responded to the film more on an emotional than an intellectual level - which is not to say that I didn't take something away from it intellectually.

    You need to be careful when you write a piece like this, because it's a little hard to have your cake and eat it, too; it can seem a bit disingenuous to say that you are not attacking the people who like the film, since their opinions are just as valid as yours - and then refer to admirers of the film as "people so devoted to Malick that they'd never dare criticize" or imply that there's an element of hypocrisy (or worse, brain-washing) in the way we've responded to the film - once we've recovered our senses, we'll return our "normal selves," and stop talking about things that you have decided are not in keeping with our character. I'm sure you're right there are some Malick cultists out there who'd be predisposed anything the guy did, just because it had his name on it - just as I'm sure there are some who'd approach the work of other directors (like Martin Scorcese, for example) with a similar predisposition. I don't posit that as something either good or bad - there's really no such thing as complete objectivity when it comes to art (or anything else, for that matter), and whether it's right or wrong, we all let sentiment influence our opinions. Since I've seen Malick films I've disliked - or liked with qualifications - I don't really see myself as falling victim to any sort of cultist, hero-worship mentality in my response to The Tree of Life - although I will admit that I have a pretty hard time being objective when something speaks to me on a very personal, emotional level. I know the intention behind the piece was not to put anyone down or denigrate another else's opinion; but you may have breached your own line in the sand a wee bit here and there. I am not someone who alters his belief system to accommodate whatever ideology a film I like is propagating – I don’t think I’m that suggestible, not do think I’m that gullible. I was not bothered by the fact that you didn’t like The Tree of Life, or even by the fact that you hated it. I was bothered, a bit, by what you said about me.
    Josh, now that I've finished my projects and my laptop is alive again, I can try to recreate the comment I originally wrote. First, I must say I was plesantly surprised to see that any give and take with defenders of the films has been very respectful and free of vitriol. Nothing like I feared. I wasn't referring to you when I referred to the Malick cultists and it's not that I'm attacking them for liking him but for doing a disservice to themselves, Malick and criticism in general. If they have become so enamored of the man that you can predict what they will say ahead of time, people will stop listening to them except those who already agree. I don't have a review of New York, New York to point to, but I do have my critical review of Casino here if you're implying I don't say anything bad about Scorsese. My Cape Fear is at best back-handed praise. In the end, I even come to the conclusion that 3D may be a distraction that prevents Hugo from being better. As for Tree of Life, other films that deal with the "big issues" (and better, IMO) such as The Rapture don't result in people suddenly openly thinking and talking about them as Malick's movie did and I don't think Malick was evangelizing. I don't know if you saw Steven Santos' comment on my FB page, but he summarized much better and more succinctly the groupthink that whirls around Malick. Steven wrote: "While I love Malick's first three films and thought "Tree of Life" was better than you did (though holding up less to scrutiny), I still think how some critics have tried to will this mess into greatness has been one of the most baffling exercises in attempting to achieve consensus thinking (a wrong-headed goal in any situation) I've ever witnessed." That sums what I think pretty well.
    Just wanted to declare that on my fourth viewing (and second at home), I found myself surrendering almost totally to the film, as a whole, in a way that the first three tries didn't quite manage. I can't imagine that this will inspire Edward to watch The Tree of Life again (let alone four times), because I freely acknowledge that this sort of unconventional art film, unmoored from traditional storytelling and characterisation/identification, hinges (to a great extent) on an instinctive connection to the material that, for the most part, cannot be 'learned' or 'coaxed' or 'trained', nor should viewers be criticised for not feeling this personal connection that others feel; it has NOTHING to do with being 'intelligent' enough to 'grasp' what the film is 'saying', despite what some reviewers or commenters (not necessarily anyone here) may suggest.

    However, I do say there is a good chance that, at the very least, multiple viewings of this film are likely to go some way towards sorting out (what some have called) the 'mess' of what's on the screen, and may well bring into shaper focus the themes and ideas Malick is presenting through his use of image and sound.

    All this is intended to be a gentle way of encouraging any doubters (though probably not haters) to take another look at this imperfect but multi-faceted movie. It's still not my favourite Malick, but I'm so glad that I no longer regard it as a disappointment!
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