Death is a disease. Like any other.
...And there's a cure. I will find it.
With The Fountain, Aronofsky presents a superficially seductive counter-argument to these sentiments, which are voiced by the movie's protagonist. Yet underneath the surface of The Fountain, one finds a grim and jaded man who has become a troubadour of emptiness and despair...an enemy of life.
I have watched The Fountain for the third time, with the specific purpose of testing my objectives, resolve, and worldview...my will to life. I hereby pass final judgment on this movie: it is a specious and despondent spectacle... a poisoned dagger in a pretty package.
The Fountain is a pro-death movie. Therefore, it's pro-disease, as well...One who genuinely loves life can only be disgusted by it...
Darren Aronofsky, this misguided, depressed, soul-sick Director, lies to the viewer. He steals concepts that belong exclusively to life ("awe", "love", "beauty"), and shamelessly uses them to praise death.
Death is not the road to awe, it is the road away from awe...Death is the end of awe, and of all other feelings of splendor that is life.
The weak ones, the sickly ones among people have sabotaged life for eons...They've used cheap mysticism to justify their acceptance of nothingness. They've even conjured up elaborate tales of other worlds...Other lives beyond this one..."Lives after lives"...
They've tried to sweeten the bitter taste of the morbid dish they are content to feast upon - death...
That dish, however, is ashes, bones, wails and sorrow...How Aronofsky must hate life, to serve this ghastly meal up to mankind. To attempt to undermine what is the only true essence of Life and Nature - the struggle against the Grim Reaper...
Aronofsky joins the skeletal ghosts marching away from all that is good and vital. Shifty-eyed, dishonorable devils...Trying to drag undecided others to the grave...What can be less awe-inspiring than the grave?...
You can smell the rot on this Director's "work"...Take care not to get used to it - you might start to like it, as he himself has a long time ago...
All wars have traitors...Death's minions will eventually be weeded out, however. Mercilessly and completely. That will start the road to true awe...
That will bring eternal awe! Eternal laughter! Laughter without looking over one's shoulder!..
The poisoners call death "the debt to Nature"...They are snakes with the basest kind of cunning...Our debt to Nature is to appreciate life! To extend it! To help it proliferate without end!..
To say that you must die to propagate life...how infirm and feeble the mind must be to believe such gibberish!..
I bring news of a road to true awe.
I bring life.