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Movie City News had this first and then The Playlist, etc. On top of which the video was posted two days ago. But I'm copy-pasting this 11.15 video of Tree of Life composer Alexandre Desplat talking about Terrence Malick's film at the Thessaloniki International Film Festival for a reason.
I'm running it in order to address a quote from Desplat about the film, which deals with families and anguish and infinite time streams and dinosaurs, and which will presumably come out sometime in 2010...unless, you know, Malick needs more time to finish it.
Tree of Life, Desplat said, is "a deep story about love, how you transmit love, through your family; from the parents to the children. And the evolution of mankind...since the creation. Heavy things, but with everyday life things. That's one of the great ideas that Terrence has been working on. We see a family in the '50s in Texas in their everyday lives, but there's more, of course, connections to the big picture."
The thing that gets me is Desplat's decision to describe the basic thematic bones and/or philosophical through-line of Malick's tale as "deep" and "heavy."
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't say to myself, "Well, here I am, debating whether or not to order a Ceasar salad with or without chicken/buy or not buy a new Criterion Bluray that costs $40 and change/call or not call her back to either explain or elaborate or simply hear the sound of her voice/sign up with that health club despite the exorbitant monthly fee/write emails to publicists and ad buyers or put it off...all these things on my sponge brain, a mind trying to sort through and make sense of my life on this planet, and yet all the while I know -- have always known, from the time I was four or five -- that life is a constant refrain of struggle and pain, and that to find our way through it we all need to express love and worship rather than bicker over prices and invoices, but mainly that we're all connected to dinosaurs.
"Which is to say time is relative, existence is relative, and my life will one day be as over and extinct as the life of a certain Tryceratops who may have had or felt similar grunting concerns during his/her time on the planet, and that one day my skeleton might well be hanging in a natural history museum and that people who've paid $12.50 to get into the museum will wander up to my skeleton and say, 'Wow, for all we know this guy was one of the beautiful people!" and I won't be able to say anything back, obviously, but if I could I would say to them, 'Laugh now but you'll be dead too someday, so keep in mind as I tried to keep in mind when I was alive that time is a river and it's all over before we know it and...you know, whatever, we're all connected to dinosaurs.'"
Posted by Jeffrey Wells on November 17, 2009 at 4:58 AM
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Carl Kolchak
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...or hispanic party animals.
Posted by Carl Kolchak
at November 17, 2009 6:28 AM
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Gabriel
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Jeff, you can't possibly he hoping for or expecting anything short of greatness with this....can you?
Are you so disinterested in prehistoric times that you're automatically writing off one of the best filmmakers of the last 50 years? Have a little faith that Malick will make the dinosaur angle work, and let yourself get excited about the fact that it's not going to be "Jurassic Park" or "Land of the Lost."
Posted by Gabriel
at November 17, 2009 6:32 AM
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Screendoor Slams
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That is why you fail
Posted by Screendoor Slams
at November 17, 2009 6:42 AM
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Eloi Manning
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*Triceratops.
Dinosaurs are excellent. What's not to like about them?
Posted by Eloi Manning
at November 17, 2009 7:26 AM
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Jeffrey Wells
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Who's failing?
Posted by Jeffrey Wells
at November 17, 2009 7:35 AM
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The Playlist
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Wow.
"whatever, we're all connected to dinosaurs."
Amazing, next level shit. I laughed my ass off Wells. Well played.
Posted by The Playlist
at November 17, 2009 11:24 AM
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John Cocktosten
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Wells, you really need to read some Thomas Wolfe if you haven't already. If you think Malick is richly exploring this vein, then Look Homeward, Angel should explode your head.
Here's the first couple of paragraphs of Look Homeward, Angel.
A destiny that leads the English to the Dutch is strange enough; but one that leads from Epsom into Pennsylvania, and thence into the hills that shut in Altamont over the proud coral cry of the cock, and the soft stone smile of an angel, is touched by that dark
miracle of chance which makes new magic in a dusty world.
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cut-purse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning
days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
Posted by John Cocktosten
at November 17, 2009 1:28 PM
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YRG
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I wonder if Malik's dinosaur scene comes in the beginning of the movie, with scores of the large creatures dying in tar pits followed by a billion year cut to the Texas oil fields of the 50s, much like Kubrick's 2001, with ape-suited prehistoric men creating the first tool, which is thrown into the air and disappears in a million year cut to a satellite. This could be his Guinness Book of World Records attempt at the longest spanning cut in a film, and unless someone starts a movie with the Big Bang, he'll get it.
Posted by YRG
at November 17, 2009 2:20 PM
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YRG
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That's Malick with a 'c'.
Posted by YRG
at November 17, 2009 2:20 PM
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