saw: the fountain
I can't say The Fountain is enough of a misfire to elicit hatred or scorn. It didn't inspire much feeling in me one way or the other. It's competently mounted and mercifully brief, albeit twee and incoherent. I don't see eye-to-eye with a lot of Aronofsky's cinematographic decisions. The visual effects, including the pretentiously hand-tooled cloud-tank depictions of outer space, overreach and often look flat. This is a small, personal film, almost a triptych of one-act plays. If it aspires to depict love as an epic odyssey, interior or otherwise, it falters—suggesting instead claustrophobic monomania. Grade: B-