The Fountain is a good movie. Symbolic and breathtaking, ambiguous in its meaning, with a strong tension between science and faith, which the director explored as well in Pi. It's about a man and a woman, and the search for eternal life. And there's a play within a play. Absolutely gorgeous images, and compelling acting for a story well told, and worth pondering.
Talking about it afterwards, I mentioned his other work, Requiem for a Dream, and came to a new discovery. Requiem is mostly unpleasant, but there are a few passages that are exciting, thrilling and captivating. It's a movie about drug addiction, and the pattern is clear. When the characters get high, the movie is pleasing to watch. When the characters' lives are destroyed in a relentless spiral of doom, it's unpleasant. Just like the life of an addict. Of course, the highs become shorter and less satisfying as the movie goes on. That movie contains a brilliance I hadn't realized. It's also one of the most unpleasant things I have ever watched.
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