“Dad, I can’t believe you smoked, and drank, and were such a slut.”
That’s what happens when your dad is Deadpool.
Like all Anderson films, this one laps itself on a rewatch. Being hip to the film’s angle definitely helps, but so does a fully invested audence that is eating up everything Anderson’s putting out, just like Day-Lewis’ ravenous Reynolds Woodcock.
Having already seen this on 35mm, I couldn’t let the opportunity to see it on 70mm pass by. Lit and composed to perfection by Anderson himself and a killer team of camera operators, it’s clear that Phantom Thread was shot…