Joaquin Phoenix is The Master

22/09/2012 | By

We were wondering when that header to an article was going to show up and finally it has! Of course we’ve had a few ‘Phoenix rises from the ashes’ types as usual but yep, we were holding out for a Phoenix is The Master and the New Haven Register has done it! A short but inciteful review from them.

 

Joaquin Phoenix is ‘The Master’ among this great cast

Writer/director Paul Thomas Anderson crafts engrossing, big-canvas character studies, from the cheesy ’70s porn star of “Boogie Nights” and the gritty oil man of early 20th-century America in “There Will Be Blood” to the interwoven lives of contemporary L.A. in “Magnolia.”
But “The Master” may go down as one of his most compelling works for two simple reasons: Joaquin Phoenix and Philip Seymour Hoffman.
There’s the added heat generated by the subject matter — the inner world of a religion that seems suspiciously like Scientology — but that would matter little if the performances weren’t so riveting.
Set in the period just after World War II, “The Master” paints a picture of an America in flux as veterans — some mentally broken — try to wedge themselves back into society. One of them is Freddie Quell (Phoenix), a man lost on a sea of emotional turbulence. He sabotages his job as a portrait photographer by getting into a brawl with a client. His stab at being a farm worker is cut short by accusations that he tried to poison one of his workmates. The only thing he seems to do well is mix up a particularly powerful brand of homemade hooch, of which he drinks far too much.So he’s especially vulnerable when he stumbles into a party for The Cause, a spiritual movement fronted by the charismatic writer Lancaster Dodd (Hoffman). Dodd sees something in the volatile Quell that is missing from his dispassionate son (Jesse Plemons) or introverted new son-in-law (Rami Malek). Quell finds in Dodd someone who seems to have the answers to the questions he hasn’t even thought to ask himself.
It’s this dance of trust and mistrust between the two men that makes “The Master” fascinating as their relationship evolves into something beyond mere teacher-student. Hoffman has the right sense of pomp and authority to portray someone like Dodd, and he also infuses the character with a spirit of palpable humanity.
But it’s Phoenix’s showy-but-strong performance that really burns itself into memory. Phoenix is the kind of guy who always comes across as if he’s sliding down the knife’s edge of sanity anyway but here he truly seems like a man bearing the weight of a frightening world on his back.
The two actors get able support from a strong cast, especially Amy Adams as Dodd’s strong-willed wife who knows that she forever will have to stay in the background.
The rare film these days to be shot in 70mm, “The Master” looks gorgeous, while the score, from Radiohead guitarist Johnny Greenwood, has a spare, primal beauty.Despite all that, and the talk of Oscar that has trailed in its wake, “The Master” is not really a mass-market film. The story is less about a narrative arc with a neat resolution and more about the emotional state of these two men. Also, there’s a chilliness to Anderson’s approach that makes the film easy to admire but harder to love.

But, long after the lights have come up, Phoenix’s performance will stay with you. If there’s a master here, it is he.