“I saw The Fountain yesterday, and I have to say it’s just about the trippiest film since 2001. They should hand out bongs to every patron because this puppy demands to be seen stoned. It’s kind of a mess, but I admire Aronofsky’s chutzpah and the essential message that loves survives death. And those last 15 minutes? I felt like I was having an acid flashback.
“Sitting behind me, incidentally, were the geezer triumvirate of Jeffrey Lyons, Rex Reed and Susan Granger. The film ended, and they collectively gasped ‘what was that about?’ They need to chow down on some hash brownies.” — Manhattan-based film journalist Lewis Beale.
