The Master – 4

The Star Tribune called this a “must-see for serious film lovers and a challenge for everyone else” – and here I thought all along that I was a serious film lover. For me, this was one pointless scene after another: the ‘Master’ rides a motorcycle on the desert salt flats – to what end? the ‘Master’ is arrested for owing money(!) – but money is never mentioned again; the Disciple beats a critic to a pulp (or kills him?) – but the police don’t seem to notice. Nothing seems to string together; it’s all, “here is another scene.” Joaquin Phoenix is amazing as a drunken psychotic, to be sure, but I don’t relate to, or particularly enjoy watching, drunken psychotics. The other half of the relationship – and if the movie is about anything, it is about this relationship – is an unconvincing Philip Seymour Hoffman, more teddy bear than charismatic cult leader. The one interesting character is the wife, played with icy steel by Amy Adams, but it is not her movie.