The Fountain is certainly very pretty to look at but a collection of nicely shot scenes do not, on their own, amount to a film, or make a film worth watching. The problem here is that Aranofsky is so busy beating you around the head with all of his New Age inspired symbolism that he seems to have forgotten that a film needs a script.
Although the Conquistador storyline was (for the most part) reasonably well done, I couldn’t make myself believe in the modern day versions of Tom and Izzy and I simply didn’t care about the future Tom.
Maybe Aranofsky could have got away with this if the film had had something interesting to say. But it doesn’t. What we have instead is a collection of rather uninspired platitudes about life, death, and so on being endlessly repeated without ever being expanded, extended or properly explored.
The Fountain is a slickly made, painfully self-important film, and ultimately vacuous waste of celluloid.