Owen’s review published on Letterboxd:
"A house that never changes is a dead house."
Never before have I seen a film that more perfectly explores the collapse of our own selfish desires from the point of view of the subject of them. A stunning portrait of voyeuristic transcendentalist inner turmoil, capturing the struggle to find inspiration and the necessary steps one takes to keep it once it tries to slip out of their fingers. The name is stitched into the canvas ever too clear, but it's the constant grappling for balance and duality that truly captivates one's attention when viewing this picturesque landscape of lavish production design, our minds constantly trying to weave themselves like a needle through fabric. It's a film that shows the implosion and restoration of our dreams after finally finding solace in the necessary steps toward a fulfilling future. For that, I commend you, Paul Thomas Anderson.