it's a movie that people either love it or hate it;
a few people walked out of it in about 30 min.
it looks to me like God's apology for his indifference to human suffering when it puts galaxies and nebulae on screen or delves into the origin of life without narration; and then it boils down to the nerve-racking father-son relationship, which could be both nurturing and volcanic. It's so modern that the son's prayer is also mine, and so ancient like Greek tragedy.
"There are two ways through life: the way of nature and the way of grace."
i choose the way of tea.
