Unfortunately the most valuable thing The Master has to offer is clear cut pretentiousness radar. Anyone I hear raving about this movie will immediately expose themselves as the pretentious person they are, with a desire that others perceive them to be smarter than they are. That is not to say The Master doesn’t have moments of utter brilliance, but that can be said of all Paul Thomas Anderson films and even some of Adam Sandler’s films, with the exception of Punch Drunk Love which is brilliant through and through.
Philip Seymour Hoffman continues to test the limits of his trade (apparently it’s the sky) with his portrayal of Cult Leader, Lancaster Dodd. His captivating charm and charisma had me ready to join and follow him anywhere many times throughout the 138 minutes. The return of Joaquin Phoenix after his meltdown is a welcome and worthy one. The two uncut beating scenes involving Joaquin’s character, Freddie Quell, will stick with me forever as well as the also uncut prison cell scene where an innocent toilet meets his unbridled frustration and rage. Both should get Oscar nominations and don’t be shocked at the conspiracy theories if one or neither does. Same goes for Amy Adams who for the first time played a bitch of a character I didn’t like.Anderson on September 26th, 2012
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