All right, so it’s easy to mock the idiocies of The Fountain – and oh my, should they ever be mocked – but this will only provoke the predictable rearguard action: your folly is my masterpiece, sayeth the deluded. So instead of the easily mockable surface idiocies, let’s burrow down to the deep and offensive idiocies at its core. To whit:
Oppressed by the forces of the Grand Inquisitor, Weisz’s Queen sends out Jackman’s conquistador to the New World to find the Tree of Life and thus “end tyranny and bring liberty to the entire world.” That’s right, folks. The Spanish Conquest was all about ending tyranny.
Now, we don’t exactly want a history lesson when we go to see a movie about Wolverine making out with arboreals in a giant snow globe. But for any and all who talk about Aronofsky’s ambition or passion or profundity or whatever, his blithe passing over of one of the more cataclysmic reigns of mass death the world has ever known for the benefit of a little exotic decor (that Spanish armour sure looks neat) should instantly put the lie to any claim that he’s seriously considering those niggling mysteries o’ death. Who cares if a director puts the sum total of his “thoughts and feelings” into a film if those thoughts and feelings are wholly ignorant and banal?
And need we even mention the capper to this gospel according to Aronofsky: the native priest reverently bowing down before the Great White God and offering up his throat for the cutting. I’d analyze at length, but I think the conclusions are there to be drawn.
BTW, did I mention the fucking snow globe?