Last Thursday I was lucky enough to get tickets to the second ever screening of The Master, projected in 70mm. Didn’t even have credits on it yet.
Only now, almost a week later, am I beginning to feel like I can even think about it, let only discuss it. So I’m certainly not going to offer any review of it. I will only say a few things, with zero spoilers:
-It must must must be seen in 70mm. It might be one of the most beautifully shot, art directed, visually directed films I’ve seen. I mean P.T., if he hasn’t already, has reached auteur status. It’s fucking gorgeous and to see it projected with any less detail than the maximum possible, would be an insult to his and Mihai Malaimare’s craftsmanship. So for the first time in a long time, I can say that this not only must be seen in a theater, but you must seek out a 70mm projection, which I hope will not be too difficult to do.
-The performances are flawless. Almost so good, that I could argue it takes away from the film because I found my thoughts frequently jumping out of the movie to say to myself, “Fuck, he/she/they are fucking killing it.” And while I did have a moments thought that Amy Adams was cast a bit out of her age range (even though her age is not established), she kills it, too.
-As far as the story, and the movie as a whole, it’s hard to speak about, especially after just one, excited viewing. I can say that it didn’t provide me the immediate love affair that There Will Be Blood did. The Master was much more demanding and challenging for me. I think I need to see it again before I pass any judgement whatsoever, which could be considered an indicator, but I just don’t know. Definitely a positive experience.
I guess I’m realizing that I’m still not ready to say anything substantial about it. But I can’t wait for the conversation to begin.