Film

The Tree of Life

Name: The Tree of Life
Genre: Drama, Fantasy
Released: 2011
Cast: Brad Pitt, Jessica Chastain, Hunter McCracken, Sean Penn, Fiona Shaw

The Tree of Life is Terrence Malick's cosmic family memoir — a hushed, image-driven meditation on a 1950s Texas childhood, told through fragments of memory, whispered voiceover, and interludes of creation itself. It's less a story than a mood, a contemplation of grace, grief and growing up under a hard father. Patient viewers find it overwhelming; impatient ones find it maddening.

TMDb rating

6.7

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