My initial reaction to The Master after seeing it last night wasn’t positive. Story-wise, I thought it was empty, shallow and disingenuous--100% style, no real substance. Well-acted, sure, but the characters themselves were thinly drawn. Today, though, I have a new theory and, if I convince myself I’m right, I’ll appreciate the film on a new level as an audacious, post-modern experiment.
Hear me out on this: What if Paul Thomas Anderson DELIBERATELY wrote The Master as an insubstantial, pretentious story for the purpose of COMMENTING ON insubstantial, pretentious stories and the way people respond to them?
Reading the film this way, Lancaster Dodd (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) actually represents Paul Thomas Anderson. Dodd sputters impressive-sounding theories and observations to enthralled followers who feel special for receiving his message, yet everything Dodd says is meaningless and doesn’t stand up even to light scrutiny. Similarly, Anderson, as writer/director frames a story onscreen that ostensibly dabbles in “important” themes (religion, alcoholism, the cult of personality, the scars of war, etc.) and a significant portion of the audience, like Lancaster Dodd’s followers, will feel special and important just for being there. Yet, ironically (and perhaps intentionally), Anderson’s script is just as empty and phony as Dodd’s musings about the universe. Dodd disguises the meaninglessness of his doctrines through personal charisma and strong oration. Anderson disguises the meaninglessness of his script with Academy Award-winning actors and good cinematography.
Dodd’s adoring followers (Laura Dern, the undressed women at the party, etc.) represent Anderson’s own adoring audience. The imagery of these people lapping up Dodd’s lofty nonsense is a metaphor for the audience segment that will lap up Anderson’s lofty nonsense. And the irony is intentional. I think Anderson is saying to us: “See, I can stage a ponderous, pretentious story that goes nowhere and people are going to love it anyway because of the production value, indy brand, and marquee names. You, Audience Members, are the women at Dodd’s party.”
By the auteur’s design, this is a movie about a BS artist by a BS artist about the fine craft of BS artistry.
Freddie Quell (Joaquin Phoenix) represents certain other segments of the audience watching this movie. He comes to it looking for something meaningful, something that will touch him. But as it wears on, he has doubts and becomes ultimately dissatisfied.
When Dodd’s son tells Freddie that the Master is just making all this stuff up as he goes along, Anderson is really telling us that HE is making this all up as he goes along.
When Freddie is stuck in jail with Dodd and demands (shouting) that Dodd “say something that’s true,” that’s a reflection of the audience that’s trapped in this interminable movie-watching experience, waiting impatiently for Anderson to say something that’s true or resonant or original or otherwise worth saying.
When Freddie flees on the motorcycle at the one hour and fifty-five minute mark, it represents the audience’s intense desire to get up and leave the movie theater at that moment, a duration at which most movies would end. At that point, Freddie is just as tired of Dodd as we are of the movie, and can’t take it any more.
But then it isn’t over. Dodd keeps pursuing poor Freddie just as the movie keeps demanding more of our time. It’s no accident that the scene when Dodd calls Freddie on the phone, Freddie is sitting in a MOVIE THEATER, exhausted and miserable. At that moment he represents us.
And then, of course, at the end of the movie when Freddie declines Dodd’s invitation to re-join the group, that represents the final decision by some segments of the audience that this whole thing isn’t worth it. It’s BS. Life’s too short. It’s time to leave and do something worth doing. That’s why the film ends with Freddie having a random hookup with that woman, and that odd high-angle shot that thrusts her breast prominently in our faces. That’s Anderson saying: “Life is short. Go watch something light and sexy, bosom-y and bouncy. Don’t give precious minutes of your life away to pretentious nonsense like this.”
This may sound wild but, honestly, the parallels are there. Anderson might really be doing this. I think he’s a smart enough and daring enough director to do something that weird (Lord knows he’s made excellent movies in the past).
Anyway, that’s my two cents.