The Master isn’t a movie as much as it is a story that is told by a drunk. In that, it tells a somewhat linear narrative that jumps around with an almost “Oh, I forgot to mention…” mentality that can lose viewers. This is a story not told by Paul Thomas Anderson; this is a movie told by Joaquin Phoenix’s character. If you’re looking for a basic description of what the movie may be about, try this: Have you ever had a friend who, through everything bad about them, you keep around, or somehow manages to tag along over the course of a couple of years, always in the peripheral? Freddie does this to Philip Seymour-Hoffman. There you go. That’s your movie. There is a lot – and I mean a lot – that goes on in between, but this movie is ultimately about the beginning, middle, and end of a friendship between a drifter and Seymour-Hoffman’s depiction of a young L. Ron Hubbard stand-in. ‘The Master’ inspires, shocks, and amazes ☀
Sunday 23 September 2012
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