"The Tree of Life doesn’t move forward but pulses, like a massive organism, and its beginning and end point are the same: a ball of primal energy in the blackness, ready to generate more theophanies. Unlike Brakhage, Malick is not venturing into the universe hidden within the folds of perception. But like Vermeer, Turner, and Godard, both are revelators, reminding us, frame by frame, that all that is is light."
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Light Years: Kent Jones on The Tree of Life
This is not only the best essay about Malick’s The Tree of Life I’ve read yet, it’s also one of best essays about a film I’ve ever read. If you’ve seen The Tree of Life, read this.
Thanks to the Masters of Cinema for tweeting this.
