Tuesday, March 9

Again, David Aronofsky and his twisted conceptions. I’m very mad at this movie. It has that incomprehensible feature which haunts you every second only to understand that even The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies was more entertaining and had a good ending.

There’s this guy who works in some sort of pharmaceutical laboratory and tries to find the cure for cancer because his wife has a huge tumor in her head. There’s this Spanish dude (actually, I’m not sure of his nationality but he works for the queen of Spain so that’ll do) who’s pissed off on some Inquisitor and tries to kill him but ends up searching the Fountain of Life which is a big tree. And then there’s this other man, very passive and calm and Buddhist in general who lives in a big globe which, at first, I thought it was made of glass but, at some point, I found out that it was just my impression and the globe is just a soap bubble. A detail I should have known, because it was floating. The bald Buddhist had this tree with him. The only reason behind my incoherent enumeration is the fact that these three characters were distributed to the same actor.

Now let’s continue with the WTF?!?, a question you will gruesomely invoke during this movie. Simple conflict: man against cancer. Motivation: love. Success ends up in failure because of: bad timing. Secondary story: The Fountain, a novel written by the soon-to-be-dead wifey. A conquistador tries to murder the Inquisitor but he’s stopped by the queen, his love, who also disapproves of the Inquisition, and sent to find a tree which provides immortality. I’m lost here. Since when a freakin’ tree can help you “flush” a dictator? Or maybe it’s that parallel-something-crap again. The fight against the Inquisitor is the fight against cancer and the tree of life surprisingly represents death. So the researcher should let things evolve on their own and try to accept his wife’s mortality. So far, everything makes sense.

However, there is another parallel. The one in the balloon. The guy travels towards, I don’t know, Nirvana maybe, with the dying version of the tree of life. The desire to resurrect the tree is equivalent with the constant press-on-the-chest-so-that-the-heart-could-beat-again (the slightly less descriptive term has, somehow, slipped away). Some people should just accept the long beep of the medical devices.

Short version here: There are three periods of time with the same story all over again. The fountain is a tree. Rachel Weisz is utterly annoying. Filmmakers, stop directing your own screenplays!

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