Last night my boys and I, everyone else being out of town, went to see the movie, The Tree of Life. Never have I been more touched by a movie. It was beautiful, symbolic, heartfelt, uplifting, meaningful. I can't wait to see it again.
As we read online before we went, however, it is no "Raiders of the Lost Ark." It's an artsy film, and I am not an artsy film lover, probably because I cannot stomach the meaning behind most of modern art.
But this is beautifully Christian. I have never seen God, His grace, His mercy, His sovereignty so exquisitely, delicately portrayed. The story captivated me with the contrast between grace and the law, gave me a fresh love, a fresh understanding of Him His majesty and His ways.
Comically and ironically, we saw this movie in the very same theater we saw that loathsome, green movie, Avatar, with its thinly veiled evangelism for the religion of Mother Earth, shamelessly manipulating the masses with stereotypes and misrepresentations. Talk about doing a 180!
Sadly, when this movie was over, a handful of people in the audience started laughing -- loudly, rudely, and unconvincingly. Something in the movie hit a nerve they didn't want to admit to themselves or their companions. But they "got it." They understood the movie, but couldn't face it. I've been to plenty of bad, really bad movies, and never have I had the urge to burst out laughing at the end. At most I just heave a sigh of relief that the thing is over! Their blundering attempt to camouflage their heart response to the movie actually gave evidence to its power.
I can't do this movie justice with my clumsy words. Just go see it! It is sublime. A true magnum opus.