not like stupid/dull, but as in movies that are so insanely packed with things and ideas and visuals they become…
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Freddie, a volatile, heavy-drinking veteran who suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, finds some semblance of a family when he stumbles onto the ship of Lancaster Dodd, the charismatic leader of a new "religion" he forms after World War II.
It doesn't happen often that all elements of what comprises film reach such a high level as with The Master. It brushes with perfection on so many an occasion which left me in complete awe for everyone involved in making this, but mainly because of the three main offenders; Phoenix, Hoffman and Anderson.
Paul Thomas Anderson is unmistakably a unique, powerful and resounding voice in cinema. Whenever he creates, something happens among lovers of film. Whenever he speaks through this wonderful medium I just have to listen. And while not all of his tales are equally impressive, they are always unique in style, content and themes. I find it amazing that a director who has received so much acclaim…
Paul Thomas Anderson is The Master. He is a filmmaker with grand visions, a director whose loyal followers pour over every word and dissect every scene and a writer who explores the failings and extremes of Man. Above all he is a hopelessly inquisitive man always striving forward and never burdened by contemporary fashion. And just like Lancaster Dodd, the charismatic false prophet at the centre of this film, his latest work is his most challenging, dense, contradictory and elusive to date.
Each new Anderson film is accompanied by unrealistic expectation. It would not be hyperbole to suggest he is one of the last truly great American filmmakers still at the peak of their creative powers. Yet with such a…
Close your eyes.
Recall a word.
The restless ocean that looks so calm from afar, like Freddy Quell who mumbles his sentences as he speaks but upon closer inspection, has a tremendous amount of energy balled up inside him ready to be released, a nuclear core of a human being.
What do you hear?
Two drunk men talking to each other. One asks the questions and the other one answers. That's it. No flashy camera movements, no breathtaking scenery. Paul Thomas Anderson used only a conversation, close-ups and some over the shoulder shots to craft one of the best scenes of all time.
Recall a word. Any word.
Two masters, in fact. Joaquin Pheonix's face crumples and…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Freddie is a bad dog. He keeps running away from home. He stumbles on a new master who loves him very much and tries to teach him to behave. Freddie loves his new master very much too, and tries to learn new tricks for him. Unfortunately, the call of the wild proves too much for Freddie and he runs away again. After a time, he returns to the master he loves so much only to find that his master has made the very difficult realization that Freddie will never be happy on a leash. And so Freddie's master has to let Freddie go. Freddie is sad to leave, but realizes that he can survive in the wild. Freddie is loose, Freddie is happy, Freddie is his own master now.
I'm not sure at this point that I can actually separate the circumstances under which I saw this film with the film itself.
When I got to the theatre, I wasn't expecting to see The Master. I had bought tickets to see Baraka in 70mm; I knew that there was a sneak peek going on that day, but I had assumed it was happening later, after Baraka. It wasn't until I picked up my tickets and the ticket lady asked if I was excited or bummed out, that I found out that I was about to get to see The Master.
Sitting in the audience, I wondered, how crazy would it be if PTA were there?
IT WAS REALLY FUCKING…
I find it hard to step back and take a critical look at The Master (or any of Paul Thomas Anderson's films, for that matter). Sometimes, films (or albums, or novels) just resonate with you, and you become emotionally attached to them. Sometimes you latch onto them so tightly that it takes years for the joy of the experience to fade and you can appropriately and fairly judge them. Your mind hears other people's criticisms and works to defend them, however tangential, frivolous, and contradictory those defenses might be. That feeling has not yet faded for Magnolia, so I think I've got a few more years of The Master-worship in me.
The most common complaint…
My review -- this religious/dark/drama/psychological film title is now on DVD and it does have a financial loss to its name of roughly $4 million. The basic storyline is as follows, this film takes place in what seems to be the backdrop to the 1950s, the audience meets this man that is obsessed with sex and on top of that he is a raging alcoholic. One day somehow this same man wakes up on a boat which is quite pricey in fact there is a wedding scheduled today, the audience meets this other man which is supremely intelligent or has full believe in what he says and what he does [this film takes a look at this relationship, the religious…
Haven't seen it since it came but my initial reaction was a little hollow. Need to see again.
I have to admit. The hype, the big name excellent actors, well known director and yet.... I was fooled. I should have known better. I way watched 45 minutes, continued being bored and fast forwarded the rest. Clearly not my kind of a film.
I'd love to subscribe to the cult of Paul Thomas Anderson.
What a fucking gem Philip Seymour Hoffman is. Jesus he is great in this. Joaquin Phoenix is fantastic as well.
I almost forgot this was a PT Anderson flick.
Speechless. PSH didn't disappoint me not one second. He completely stole the show. I'm not sure what else to say.
P.T Anderson helps us Find a kindred spirit in a lost soul. I’ll do my best to describe the level of craft and Mastery that is P.T Anderson’s latest, I’m not entirely sure words can. Alright here goes, have you ever been so lost in a work of art, or anything thought provoking, that you’re not quite sure how to react afterwards? Was what I’ve seen really as awe inspiring as I think it was? It helps to have someone else there to confirm it, and in this case luckily I did and they more than reaffirmed what my own eyes told me. It wasn’t just the person that was sitting next to me in the theater that convinced me…
I fell asleep.
A complex, mystical tale of power, control, passion, fate, love, fear and misguided destiny.
A cold, beautiful creation.
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