"Our bodies are prisons for our souls."

So, um... The Fountain happened. Visually this movie is really beautiful, and Rachel Weiss is luminously gorgeous throughout in all of her roles, even when she's Hugh Jackman's dying wife. Neither of us is really sure what the message of this movie was, if there really even was one. There are never any gains, no closure, just weirdness upon weirdness. I kind of felt like I got a little thread of what might be happening, but it wasn't very satisfying, and we never cared enough about any of the characters to actually put any kind of an emotional or intellectual investment into it.