The Master

I feel grumpy about The Master (P. T. Anderson, 2012). I was over Joaquin’s character very quickly when I found he is a sociopathic alcoholic. And what’s with his speech? Does the actor always talk like that because he’s had a cleft palate repaired, or was that supposed to be part of his ‘characterisation’? Anyway, I couldn’t understand much of what he said throughout, which may not have mattered if he was only talking rubbish—like most of the script. But it made the film more tedious. I resorted to reading online reviews. They were mostly genuflectant—but I suspect it’s because they didn’t know what to make of the flick, had tight deadlines, and pretty-much followed the presskit. And what’s with Hoffman’s character singing an explicit lovesong to JP’s? And rolling around on the grass in an embrace with him? Eccentricity? I don’t think so. Homosexual lust? Looks more like that.
If Joaquin Phoenix wins Best Actor for this, it will confirm that the USA has a dangerous love of violence per se. Whether or not, this is a love story.

The Master (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012)


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