It took a few days for Paul Thomas
Anderson’s The Master to sink in.
Seldom have I been so bewildered
and enchanted by a film and not instantly grasped why it should have such an
effect on me. I have seen several other Oscar-nominated films since, but the ingredients
that make up The Master – the rolling
blue waves, the obscene sand sculpture, the anguish in the eyes of Freddie
Quell (an otherworldly Joaquin Phoenix), the madcap motorbike race through the
desert, the probing psychological sessions with the Master (Philip Seymour
Hoffman), Amy Adams’ cryptic, mildly sinister character – have not lost their
hypnotic effect one tiny bit.
The film’s length and halting pace
help. You are immersed in the tormented world of a war veteran who has long
learnt to numb his pain with alcohol and drifts in and out of reality. When
Quell comes under the tutelage of the Master, we are both relieved and worried
for him. He may be out of the storm, but what tempest has he got himself
into? The Master is a questionable figure propagating quasi-religious/philosophical
ideas about transmigration and predestination. There are detractors (his own
son being one of them), but there is little doubt he has staunch followers
whose lives have been altered by his system of belief. Quell falls somewhere in
between. He is grateful to have been saved (he is fiercely protective of the
Master), but at the same time he is unsure what the Master’s rhetorics would
really do for him. This doubt remains, and is one of the main factors that
contributes to the film’s gripping ambiguity.
When the two part ways, there is a
sense of inevitability. Quell is a man with no ties, and it is no surprise that
he should desire an existence beyond the influence of the Master. But they do
meet again. In a peculiarly moving scene where the Master makes a final attempt
to make Quell stay, the viewer, as if emerging from a hazy daydream, suddenly realises
that the ties between the two men are unbreachable. There is that vague
metaphysical possibility that they may have known each other in previous
lifetimes, and after this day, even if Quell is to depart, will continue to
move forward with an invisible bond between them.
Director Anderson does not do
clarity. He hints and suggests, through heady, nostalgic imagery. The viewer is
left to question, long after the lights have come back on, if there is indeed such a
thing as everlasting kinship and preordained destiny, and if certain lost souls
are meant to meet again and again, providing each other succour in this
mystical, limitless universe.
Definitely my film of the year –
purely because it is the stuff that dreams are made of.
The Master (2012)
Director: Paul
Thomas Anderson
Writer: Paul
Thomas Anderson
Cast: Philip
Seymour Hoffman, Joaquin Phoenix and Amy Adams
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