Clearly inspired by "Solaris" and "2001," Aronofsky's great love story is a more organic pondering of the meaning of life, rooted in the past and present as much as the future.
The film will draw comparisons with Steven Soderbergh’s touching “Solaris”, a less polished and simpler film, but one which struck with more of an emotional hammer to it.
And I suppose there’s a little Zardoz in The Fountain — along with some of Kubrick’s 2001 (1968), Ken Russell’s Altered States (1980), Andrei Tarkovsky’s Solaris (1972) and perhaps even a smattering of George Dunning’s Yellow Submarine (1968).
Much like Steven Soderbergh�s take on Solaris, which spoke greater volumes in its silence and truncated length than The Fountain ever does, the repetitious nature of yanking us back and forth and forthback from one time period to the next is destined to frustrate some and anger more just as they�re falling into understanding or appreciating the loaded text.
Every frame hums with passion; like 2001 and Solaris (both versions), this is an art film in sci-fi dress, speaking eternal truths in the language of light shows.
He hasn’t achieved the unsettling resonance of a 2001 or a Solaris, but has managed to leave critics speechless and shaking their heads and staring at each other desperately.