Everyone keeps saying the premise of this film is man’s search for immortality, but I felt that it was instead a love letter written with unrestrained emotion and naked honesty. Slick Hollywood was nowhere to be seen. Hell, linear story telling was also out the window. Logic was stretched and weaving three narrative threads (spanish conquistador, present day husband, future spaceman) with no definition of “reality” made this a tough pill to swallow for most audience members.

But I loved it. I was absolutely engrossed by it. Analyzing every movement, word, sound, trying to decipher the achingly beautiful puzzle that was playing before my eyes. My respect for Jackman’s acting ability increase a thousandfold (and I already loved him in “The Prestige”). The entire film was meant as an experience to be processed and contemplated. When I was done watching the film (and my brain and heart stopped short circuiting), I flew to the Internet to see what others thought. I wanted to discuss, dissect and share this incredible experience.

An audience raised on “pretty bow” endings and soundtrack driven emotional cues will never learn the ability to enjoy “The Fountain”. They had a tough time with “Memento” and even the concept of two movies back-to-back (“Grindhouse”) was more than most could handle.

I applaud you for working hard to expand the new generation’s horizons. It gives me a sliver of hope. Outside of film students (or movie nuts) it’s very hard to discuss tone, theme, structure or any of the juicy parts of a movie with those spoon fed explosions, bullets and boobs.