Director: Paul Thomas Anderson
Rated: R
Length: 144 min.
Either this was a bad year for movies, or the critics are just going easier on films these days. This film was filled with complete and utter nonsense, much like PT Anderson's last film, There Will Be Blood; so I guess we shouldn't be surprised. The narrative follows a World War II vet named Freddy Quell (Joaquin Phoenix) as he struggles to cope with reality after the war and turns to alcoholism to cope with his past. Lancaster Dodd (Philip Seymour Hoffman) sees Freddy as a poor lost soul and takes him into his care in hopes that he can save him from his path of impurity. Stellar performances put forth by Hoffman and Phoenix; as well as stunning cinematography and soundtrack, could not save this lackluster narrative that just followed Lancaster on his tireless escapades, which quickly wore thin. I lost any and all interest about halfway through the film, as Anderson drug out the plot well beyond the necessary closing point. This film is a supposed portrayal of L. Ron Hubbard and the foundation of Scientology, but instead conveyed the gibberish one man made up and the people he got to believe in it. The only thing Anderson's the master of is putting people to sleep. Keep this garbage out of your your living room. The Master.
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