Paul Thomas Anderson's first films had the feeling that they could go anywhere, do anything, at any time; but there seems to be a pattern in the last two- which consists basically of waiting around to see when the main protagonist will explode into yet another tirade of self destructive rage and fury. It was the basic scenario in There Will Be Blood, and gets repeated once again in The Master.
Yes, Philip Seymour Hoffman shines as usual, and Joaquin Phoenix's gaunt physical transformation is remarkable in and of itself- as were the '50s wardrobe and sets. All very impressive indeed, as to what end- I'm not quite sure...
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