By clarencecarter | REVERSEBLOG: the reverse shot blog September 14, 2006 at 8:11AM
It’s late here at the Toronto Film Festival, but before I pass out, I think it bears mentioning that large sections of The Fountain feature a bald and pajama’ed Hugh Jackman lotusing his way through outer space in an intergalactic snow globe that carries the precious tree of life. And that he’ll often levitate out of said snow globe into one of two narratives: a half-hearted conquistador quest for Eden at the behest of the Queen of Spain (Rachel Weisz) and a modern-day medical drama where he’s researching ways to stop brain tumors in monkeys because his wife (also Rachel Weisz), of course, is dying of a tumor. By the end of the film, our hero’s learned the limits of his own abilities as a mortal, the larger interconnectedness of things, and that if one stabs the tree of life and drinks its nectar plants will grow out of your belly and mouth.
And no, I’m not making any of this up. The Fountain is truly one for the ages.