For all his critical acclaim, Paul Thomas Anderson’s films have never been so elegant as to feel distant. They were smart, and often beautifully crafted, but always in service to their human elements. Even in The Master, his most visually beautiful and one of his most frequently disparaged movies (usually for reasons of “slow” narrative), there’s still a sense of spontaneity, watching Joaquin Phoenix’s Freddie Quell float through life mixing strange potions and being crude with women. Parts of Boogie Nights are like a funnier prequel to Step Brothers. There Will Be Blood combined some of his slowest builds with his most shrieking crescendos — like the bowling alley scene — giving the film as a whole an incredible, loud/soft Pixies dynamism and making it even better than the other great 2007 film with which it’s often compared, No Country For Old Men, in this reviewer’s opinion.
Anderson was the “arthouse director” who was never afraid of sex, violence, viscera, comedy, surrealism, or making a clear statement — that’s why he was one of my favorites. Maybe that’s why I had such a hard time with his latest, Phantom Thread, an elegant, chaste film with four or five great scenes that could’ve easily been 30 minutes shorter. There are compelling moments, but they seemed lost at sea without the grounding details that usually characterize a PTA film. If it was a departure he was going for, he succeeded.
Daniel Day-Lewis plays Reynolds Woodcock, a dressmaker living in post-WWII Britain, as fusty and fussy a man as his name would indicate. In the first scene, a framing device set near a fireplace, a woman — his wife? lover? partner? — describes him as “maybe the most difficult man in the world.”
In the next scene, set in the movie’s “present,” a different woman offers Woodcock — sketching dress designs at breakfast, as is his uninterruptable routine — a basket of pastries, which he declines. (Woodcock’s appetite will become a symbolic element.) She pushes a little harder and he lashes out. “I told you I wasn’t going to be eating anything snodgy* anymore.”
“…you may have told someone else,” she says, wounded. “…But you didn’t tell me.”
At its best, Phantom Thread is an evocative and darkly comic portrait of this kind of relationship dysfunction, turning a passive-aggressive argument over pastries into a climactic scene. There are a handful of these scenes, and they’re all fairly wonderful. Day-Lewis’s Woodcock is somehow both undeniably charming and an irredeemable asshole, a very particular kind of man, and there’s no greater joy in the movie than watching him get annoyed — with overly loud toast buttering, or the sound of teeth scraping against spoon.
After Woodcock’s sister, Cyril — played by Leslie Manville — intuiting the end of the relationship even before her brother, dispatches the snodgy pastries woman, Woodcock finds Alma (Vicky Krieps), his new muse, a French-speaking waitress with kind eyes. She’s willingly demure, deferring to Woodcock’s nearly every whim, but somehow more challenging. “If you’re trying to engage me in a staring contest, you will lose,” Alma tells him on their first date.