Arthur finally talked me into watching Terrence Malick’s Tree of Life and I enjoyed it much more than I expected to. Even the evolution-y, creation-y, impressionistic-y bit. Actually, especially that bit. And the dinosaurs (cheesy, I know, but I’ve got a thing for dinosaurs!) But this film is more than arty. It’s also a theological musing and it was on that level that I felt a bit hollow at the end.
I was particularly interested in the mother character but haven’t yet come across a decent feminist analysis of her. She’s supposed to be the embodiment of grace in contrast to the father who struggles to either receive or give grace. But what sort of grace is it that she embodies? Read more