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THE FOUNTAIN
* * * * STARRING:
Hugh Jackman, Rachel Weisz, Marcello Bezina, Alexander Bisping, Ellen
Burstyn, Cliff Curtis, Mark Margolis, Donna Murphy
I haven’t seen a movie as likely to divide audiences since Richard Linklater’s 2001 episodic animated philosophical treatise on life and its meaning, Waking Life.
Too “dull and weird” for
audiences with mainstream tastes, cynical sophisticates will probably
reject The Fountain as pretentious twaddle because of its more “out
there” New Age sensibilities. This is being unfair to what is ultimately a
brave piece of film-making: amongst the flotsam and jetsam that makes up
most of the fare flooding the multiplexes nowadays, it is always
refreshing to see a movie that actually wants to be about something
instead of just wanting to entertain us
—
even if that movie is as flawed as The Fountain. And director
Aronofsky of
Pi
and Requiem for a Dream fame doesn’t screw around here: he goes for
the big issues here, namely Death. Like Woody Allen’s character in
Annie Hall, the film is obsessed with it. But don’t be discouraged:
there is also acceptance, hope and spirituality.
"One can imagine that had this been the ‘Sixties that hippies would
have watched it stoned . . ." The wife of a brilliant medical researcher played by Hugh Jackman (Wolverine in X-Men) is dying of a brain tumor while he and a research team are desperately searching for a cure. A sample taken from a tree in the South American jungles might provide the solution: it miraculously reverses the ageing process of a test animal, and might just grant humanity the gift of eternal life. But is man meant to live forever? And will the discovery be in time to save the researcher’s wife? Despite being awash in overt religious — both Christian and New Age — symbolism, The Fountain isn’t really about these Big Themes at all; instead, at its core it is much more intimate and is actually about one man’s struggle to come to terms with the death of a loved one. Perhaps there has been too much death recently in the life of this particular reviewer or maybe I have been ruminating too much on mortality as middle age slowly encroaches, but I found the emotional core of The Fountain to be both genuinely affecting and heartfelt. This is a story about one man’s anger, frustration, loss and grief in dealing with the loss of someone close to him. Anyone who has ever lost someone close to them may perhaps be baffled by the film’s narrative weirdness (in a sense it owes a lot to Kubrick’s 2001), but it is unlikely that they will be emotionally unaffected by the film’s central conceit. While one may shun the film’s quest for spirituality, one can definitely see the need for such spirituality in dealing with some of life’s absolutes, death being one for starters.
The Fountain is however flawed in that it is too ambitious for its own budget: after “creative differences” made actor Brad Pitt leave the project, the entire story was overhauled and filmed as a much cheaper film. One can see the film cry out for a more epic treatment than the one it got here. Still, like the recent V for Vendetta, one should be glad that this sort of film can still get made in the current stifling atmosphere in Hollywood. Not for all tastes, definitely. But recommended for anyone who liked director Aronofsky’s previous efforts, and even if you were put off by those films the truth is that it is probably his most accessible work to date and with its strong love story at the centre of the film and lack of disturbing imagery it might just reach a much bigger audience that Pi and Requiem for a Dream ever did.
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