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Joaquin Phoenix in "The Master": Dedicated, if sometimes indecipherable

Having come late to the hit American series Homeland, the drama about a possible terrorist infiltration into the very heart of a US administration, which has just started its second outing on Channel 4, I found myself, in a recent reflective period, attempting to analyse how and why each episode was so compelling. How was such a suspenseful and intelligent narrative maintained over so many hours? Was it the generally excellent acting or simply the superb writing? How did they manage to produce such stuff over there when, as my neighbour on these pages Nick Cohen has pointed out, British TV has mostly become so useless at it? Whatever the answers, the overall effect on me has been of exhilaration at something done so well, and with such respect for the viewers.

That reflective period occurred, in fact, during a screening of The Master, Paul Thomas Anderson's new film about a drifting war veteran who becomes involved with a cult called The Cause. In the darkness and comfort of the packed auditorium my mind had obviously wandered on to smaller and better things. As one protracted, portentous scene followed another, as my eyes tracked what passed before them with decreasing engagement, it occurred to me that the same question could be asked of the current movie industry. US television is undoubtedly beating Hollywood at its own game.   

Oh, for a good story well told. Too many supposedly serious films — and The Master comes to us wreathed in garlands — fetishise the visual at the expense of clarity and narrative. To give an example: establishing that our drifter and World War II veteran Freddie (played by a repellently emaciated Joaquin Phoenix) is indeed a dissolute drunk takes what seems like a full half-hour of screen time. We see him reeling, larking about on the beach, having sex, getting a job as a photographer for a department store, losing it, and getting drunk again. This is all beautifully filmed, and the postwar period — from clothes to social manners — is immaculately created and conveyed. But Old Hollywood would have set this up and moved on within five minutes. Our current crop of young auteurs, of which Anderson — ever since he came on the scene with his porn epic Boogie Nights — is one of the most revered, mistake length for weight, and ponderousness for subtlety. No TV writer would be allowed to get away with it. Such self-indulgence puts a severe strain on our patience, and it is only the promise of what, on paper, seems like a good story which keeps us watching.

The Master has caused a few squibs of controversy for apparently being partly based on the beginnings of Scientology. The period is the same, and some have noted that there is a resemblance between Lancaster Dodd as portrayed by Philip Seymour Hoffman and L. Ron Hubbard. The Cause's practice of attempting to rid converts of their past emotionally obstructive traumas is also at the basis of Scientology. This, then, is potentially good material. But at every juncture, it is allowed to wither. Freddie is taken into the fold by Dodd, who seems to have a special liking for him (a fondness which is confirmed at the end when Dodd cryptically sings "Slow Boat to China" to him) but why this should be so is never explained. When it is pointed out to Dodd by an admirer that his new book appears directly to contradict some of his original teachings and methods, he explodes in a rage at being questioned, but again, this incident goes precisely nowhere. In another scene Dodd's own son declares his father a fraud who "makes it up as he goes along" — quite a game-changer, you'd think. But no: the film ambles on its way and nothing happens.

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Anonymous
October 26th, 2012
3:10 AM
Excellent review. I had read many reviews praising this film, so I was in shock 10 minutes into the movie when I realized this was going to be one long self indulgent piece of rubbish. Even the music is annoying! Why I sat through it I'll never know. It just kept getting worse. I did do a check of the "user" reviews on IMBD. Lots of 4 star but plenty of people like me saying it is one of the worst ever.

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