As much as I appreciate most of the folks that appear in this film, I experienced it as a bloated single-note new age Hallmark card, with about 10 minutes of content stretched beyond an hour. I have trouble trusting presentations that invest so much in making sure I feel a certain way and I have no interest in being indoctrinated into a system that only allows for such a narrow scope of feeling, all with the promise of "happiness" if I just follow the instructions correctly. This all looks like another version of repressive religion to me.
I came to hear Rupert Sheldrake speak in particular, and he was allowed about five sentences in one minute. I think Deepak got about two minutes. Michael Beckwith gave us some rich thoughts to consider in his twp minutes. Jack Kornfield got quite a bit of airtime and managed to survive the editing and sound cohesive and show some range, coming off perhaps the best in the film. I enjoyed Norman Lear, and he seemed to get more time than he needed to make his points. There was some young guy almost yelling by the ocean in one scene, who appeared to really think he was nailing truths, but it felt ranty and forceful to me. Perhaps the most unfortunate part for me was the poem about love and growing old, that landed for me as instructions for love, or how to do it correctly.
Overall, I found the film emotionally manipulative, immature, and reeking of wishful thinking, as well as moving toward being shaming and dismissive of my wider human experience. Sure, many of the nature shots were beautiful, but only added to the Clockwork Orange element for me.
Note that this is JUST MY TAKE. I have NO investment in your experience and don't want to convince you of anything. If you enjoyed What the Bleep, you may enjoy this.
I came to hear Rupert Sheldrake speak in particular, and he was allowed about five sentences in one minute. I think Deepak got about two minutes. Michael Beckwith gave us some rich thoughts to consider in his twp minutes. Jack Kornfield got quite a bit of airtime and managed to survive the editing and sound cohesive and show some range, coming off perhaps the best in the film. I enjoyed Norman Lear, and he seemed to get more time than he needed to make his points. There was some young guy almost yelling by the ocean in one scene, who appeared to really think he was nailing truths, but it felt ranty and forceful to me. Perhaps the most unfortunate part for me was the poem about love and growing old, that landed for me as instructions for love, or how to do it correctly.
Overall, I found the film emotionally manipulative, immature, and reeking of wishful thinking, as well as moving toward being shaming and dismissive of my wider human experience. Sure, many of the nature shots were beautiful, but only added to the Clockwork Orange element for me.
Note that this is JUST MY TAKE. I have NO investment in your experience and don't want to convince you of anything. If you enjoyed What the Bleep, you may enjoy this.