March 28, 2013

The Master (2012)

Joaquin Phoenix, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Amy Adams



I'm not even sure where to start on this movie. I almost didn't finish it. I've sat all the way through every single bad movie I've ever watched in my entire life, but this one, I almost didn't make it through. Honestly, if several (yes, several!) people hadn't raved to me about how excellent it was, I probably would have given up. But instead, I kept waiting for it to turn around and become, at the very least, a mediocre movie. So I waited... and I waited... and I waited...

The problem was, every time I would start to nod off, or make up my mind that I was finally throwing in the towel, characters would start shouting or something mildly interesting would happen, keeping me baited for something. Then I would wait... and I would wait... and I would wait...

Remember how I talked about Amour being utterly unenjoyable to watch? It's like that here, but without my leaving with a sense of purpose for having watched it. With Amour, it may have been horrible to sit through, but I've often thought about its message since then and it's a movie that deeply affected me. This movie had none of that aftermath - just the horribly boring-to-watch part. This is why people hate the Oscars - all three lead actors were nominated for their roles. It's not to say they didn't do excellent work (except Amy Adams, who was fine, but has like 10 lines in the movie), but shouldn't the quality and/or entertainment value of the movie count for something? I know Hollywood likes to think of itself as really deep and appreciative of probing, psychological dramas, but it was just plain misleading to bill it as one of the best movies of 2012.

Final word: Did you ever read the play Waiting For Godot

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