The Fountain

Fox · December 1, 2006, 2:43am

What a load of shite! If you are planning on going to see it make sure you take a pillow, good book (or junk mail it would still be more interesting) and a lamp.

If however, you were a fan of anything like the Celstine Prophercy you might be interested, but that’s because your interest threshold is already at a proven low.

It’s about death and letting go.

No, I won’t be applying to the China Post as a movie reviewer.

almondcookie · December 3, 2006, 6:59am

tdf

TomHill · December 3, 2006, 7:04am

The fountain? I thought it was a gay bar near Crawley? http://www.fountainpub.co.uk/

Fox · December 3, 2006, 10:01am

I’m sure it’s a better gay bar than movie.

It was visually beautiful; that is true.

goodfella · December 3, 2006, 2:30pm

Perhaps it’s time to introduce the Shiteometer !! Actually I wasn’t as offended as Fox was by this film (and I’m not a fan of ‘The Celestine Prophecy’ I can assure you.) To be honest, I felt that Jackman and Weisz coped well with a storyline and lines that at times threatened to descend into farce. That said I found myself still thinking about the film a few hours later, or was it the hallucinatory quality of some of the visuals that had triggered some of the old chemicals in my brain ? It’s a bit of a ‘wonderful’ love story though, isn’t it ? Not only from Issi to Donny but from Aronofsky to his pregnant partner, Weisz. My girlfriend rather than giggling away at the end was in tears. She told me the reason a lot of the audience was sniggering was because they couldn’t understand it.

To go back to the shite. If this was a bucket of shite then where would you put ‘The Prestige’ which really outshite it

almondcookie · December 3, 2006, 3:07pm

tian

flike · December 3, 2006, 5:31pm

Thanks for the heads-up.

I like this bit:

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One American fllm critic[/url]"]There is every reason to suppose that immortality, if granted to humans, would be at best a drag and at worst a farce, both hideous and divisive. In “The Fountain,” though, it is a buoyant reverie. The publicity material, which I read only after the screening, revealed that Jackman’s later scenes take place in the twenty-sixth century, and that the bubble is in fact a type of frictionless spaceship. This was news to me. For all the information given by the film, he might as well be trapped inside the world’s most beautiful beer commercial. The bubble drifts upward through swarms of fizzing gold—passing nebulae, presumably exploded into life by a shot of intergalactic Jim Beam. I am fond of Jackman, who is clearly a good sport, and the sight of a levelheaded Australian being forced to shave his head, assume the lotus position, and levitate slowly toward the infinite brought me not to a plane of higher serenity but to a low unease about the ribbing he can expect from his mates back home.