All I can say is that sequences such as the glorious spectacle of galaxies being born, taken from the Hubble telescope presumably, and backed with music by Bach, Brahms, Henryk Górecki, and John Tavener, among many others, exceed in sublimity similar images in 2001. The touchy-feely conclusion, though, didn't do it for me; it looks like a scene from Dawn of the Dead. But one of the film's virtues is that just as it is about to slip into utter absurdity, it fills one with wonder, whether at the mystery of the moons of Saturn, or the ineffable melancholy of a breeze through leaves at dusk.
