It seems that we are living a dramatic and tragic drama through a man named Freddy Cowell, a troubled and anxious person. Freddy is still suffering from the trauma of the Second World War, where he caused many mental disorders and whatever internal demons ruled his life before. Freddy in the end, seems to be an unstable person of his future, and may be feared being a different person from others.
In the end it may not have the emotional uplift the Academy or a popular mainstream audience craves, but make no mistake, this is an enthralling drama about a peculiarly American restlessness, and the striving for insight and grace.
Where There Will Be Blood transmuted sullen earth into flame and launched it violently skyward, The Master is, as its opening shot advertises, a more fluid undertaking, a story of ebb and flow.
The actors' commitment to their roles is impressive, but it's tethered to a weightless, airless movie, a film so enamored of itself, the audience gets shut out.
