After watching Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master, I didn’t know what to say. The subject matter was very
interesting, analyzing the different personalities involved in a cult of
personality. The acting performances by Joaquin Phoenix (playing Freddie Quell)
and Phillip Seymour Hoffman (as Lancaster Dodd) will undoubtedly, and
deservedly, garner plenty of attention when award season comes. The
cinematography is stunning. Strong recurring visuals, such as the churning blue
water behind a boat or Freddie lying beside his sand maiden, are sprinkled
throughout.
And yet, I don’t know what to say. I’m not sure what the
movie is about, and I don’t think I would be able to if I watched it again.
While clearly based on/inspired by L. Ron Hubbard and Scientology, it’s not a
dramatic documentation of the leader or his movement. It reads more as a case
study of the types of people in a movement of this nature: the master and the
servant. Again, there is an abundance of substance in that approach and
Andersen touches on some of it. But we never get a clear idea of where within
that relationship he really wants explore. Because of that, the characters
cycle through doubt, falling outs, and reconciliation without progressing much
further.