"There are two ways through life — the way of nature and the way of grace," remarks the saintly mother at the outset of The Tree of Life, one of the most awe-inspiring films of the 21st century. She continues:
"Grace doesn't try please itself. It accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked, accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself, get others to please it. . . . It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it and love is smiling through all things."
I wonder what the TV Guide capsule of Terrence Malick's inspired, autobiographical meditation on a Christian existence might say. How about: "Three members of a midcentury Texas family deal with an unbearable loss over the course of years. Also, there are dinosaurs." Malick makes some daring, strange, brilliant choices whose connections reveal themselves only gradually and obliquely.
