So I finished reading Terence Malick’s new film Tree of Life.
Let me begin by saying that I love Terence Malick’s films, but I am officially not a fan of his scripts. They are a hot mess of self indulgence and pomp. (there is a 10 page sequence chronicling the creation of the universe…in a story about a dude who’s brother died young….yeah.)
In total, it ended up being pretty good and I am inclined to believe that Malick will add that last bit of steel to it to make it very good-great.
I just don’t ever want to read another one of his scripts again. His level of self indulgence would make Steinbeck blush.
Not sure when the film is set to come out, but I wouldn’t blink if I were you because I wouldn’t count on it being in the theater for very long.
My final script for Cannes is the re-make of Fame that is being directed by a guy known only for directing MTV series. Basically it sound like I will going out with a whimper after what was a pretty strong crop of scripts this time around. Oh well….
Things should be back to normal around here by Monday.
