“The Tree of Life” is one of those movies that exists to taunt movie critics, daring them to reduce it to simple elements of plot, character and structure, loftily transcending quibbles with continuity and sense. Is Terrence Malick’s hotly anticipated movie the masterwork of the American cinema’s most gifted auteur or a self-indulgent, occasionally shockingly simplistic muddle of philosophical noodlings and overstated impressions? The answer, of course, is Yes.