The Master

The Master is in the category of movies that I am not sure how to handle. On one hand, one must acknowledge that it has a refined form, its director clearly knows what he is doing, and has talent and vision, and yet the film belongs to the category of intellectual pieces where the thought processes of the creators are difficult for a mere mortal to decipher. I don't know how to grasp The Master, I don't quite understand what Anderson wants to convey to me, and I simply don't know what the poet wants to say. The film features two top American actors, some of the best of their generation, both of whom, by the way, had or have complex characters and both are able to embody ambiguity in their roles. The film would be enriched if I knew where it was heading and what it was actually about. Is it about friendship? Definitely not. Is it about the dark demons lurking in the minds of many people? A little bit. Is it about the manipulation of the human psyche? Partially, but definitely not as much as one would expect from a film that clearly refers to the beginnings of Scientology and its founder. One would expect that the latter would be much more present, as the material provided all the prerequisites for it. Here, Anderson somehow gets lost in his images and scenes. The film, especially in the second half, becomes boring despite all its positives and does not fully utilize its potential. My 3 stars are mostly for P. S. Hoffman and for Joaquin Phoenix, from whom one can truly feel fear in certain scenes. In a short amount of time, he portrayed two completely different characters, referring to his performance in the movie Her. Overall impression: 55%. (08/16/2015)

Fascinating interaction of two remarkable, yet equally enormous personalities. Not for the first time, Paul Thomas Anderson tells the story in a rhythm that doesn't quite resonate with me, but the main duo puts in so much effort that I sometimes struggle to handle the resulting emotions. The central theme both charges and unsettles me, making The Master an extremely intense spectacle, albeit in a somewhat unpleasant and unfamiliar way. (11/14/2017)

It’s been a long time since I’ve been this uncertain and hit out of nowhere as I was in this movie. One thing I know for sure, no one today films like PTA, and few dare to uncompromisingly combine enigmatic fragments and explicit meanings. The Master is a film-psychosis, and even more than There Will Be Blood, it bets on crazy and enchanting characters, whose destinies are described in one great film anacoluthon. Two and a half hours of hints, fragments, vagueness, frustrating volatilization between affect and manipulation, anger and apathy, two and a half hours of deliberate hopelessness, extreme strangeness of words, things and people, but at the same time completely masterful control over each image and the whole. The bond of master and disciple with all hidden and obvious vibrations, an analytical view of spiritual manipulation, a raw image of human desire for meaning and fulfillment, achieving balance through the one who "knows", coldness, virtuosity, at the same time strong doubts whether the whole is not overly calculated, ostentatiously mysterious... a film I "don't want" to see again. "I have to". That doesn't happen to me often. The Master, not Holy Motors, is the strangest film of the year for me. [closed screening] Edit: What I miss about the film is the whole - PTA intentionally does not leave the phase of endless excess and bouts of psychosis. Although some fragments are divine and the character of Freddie's masterpiece (the acting and screenwriting), the film as such does not create a monumental unity like There Will Be Blood - it is a fragmentary image of futile searching, unattainable desire and inner ambivalence - to find who makes sense to us, and to be someone who has no master. The answer to how many topics The Master opens is actually banally simple - a woman made of sand. Maybe that's why the unsettling fact that Daniel Plainview and Eli Sunday cannot be classified is missing. Although the film works in part enigmatically (it does not provide clear motivations and answers to the main character's questioning), it is not the kind of code that draws in, but rather terribly confident flashy authorial gestures (this film has two masters: the character Amy Adams and the director). While There Will Be Blood can be taken as a disturbing metaphor for man, power, faith, and capitalism, The Master is a locked, obscure, yet beautiful structure of a creator who seems to be overly subject to the exclusivity of his visions. And it arouses the kind of frustration without which one cannot think and exist. [85%] (11/28/2012)

I'm sorry that I have to give so little film in the end, where there are two absolutely great acting performances, but I simply can't do it any other way. Even though the film presents itself as something completely different, it does so with complete disregard for the viewer. It just goes on its own tracks, Paul Thomas Anderson simply doesn't intend to let go easily, because that's not his style. "To the blood," one could say. It drills the viewer to the core, and it does the same to the actors. It brings out their absolute maximum. More: http://www.filmovy-denik.cz/2013/02/mistr-2012-50.html (04/09/2013)

I resign myself and will try to take a clear stand on this film after watching it once. Phoenix and Hoffman are amazing, and technically, the film is brilliant. It’s nice to see every now and again in the cinema something different from other Hollywood productions, and The Master is really very, very different; so different that, I must say, it gets a little frustrating. Adding a pinch of classic storytelling would make it a lot more viewer-friendly and the art onanists would still be satisfied. Two assholes behaving like assholes, doing asshole things and talking about asshole things for two and a half hours, without that leading to anything very interesting; it’s missing a catharsis. Rather than confirming its status as an exceptional movie experience, the ending just fades away. But it would be good to watch it one more time – though I don’t really want to… (01/12/2013)