Sagan, Malick

Watching, or rather meditating, through the breathtaking Tree of Life, I could almost hear Sagan narrating the sublime, spine-crawling beauty and loneliness of the facts of our creation. Now, someone's gone ahead and made explicit what Malick's unrushed opening sequence implies, by pairing those five minutes with their equally visionary filmmaker soulmate.

Look at this mental barf.

This is what happens when quacks try to justify fake medicine.