Opening Phantom Thread; The Post
PHaNtom tHreaD (Paul Thomas ñ
Anderson) has an early moment where Daniel Day-Lewis’s mid-century couturier Reynolds Woodcock takes a look through a peephole at a woman dressed in his gown. It’s a nod towards Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, but it’s no mere homage. Anderson isn’t satisfied with just acknowledging his influences, here both Hitchcock and Stanley Kubrick. He interrogates them, and perhaps by turn, himself. Like them, Woodcock is exalted to the point that his toxic nature isn’t just abided but considered part and parcel to his art. He barks and snaps as skilfully as he fashions a gown. At a time when we’re pressed to discuss whether we should separate the artist and from their art, Phantom Thread articulates and complicates that relationship, looking at such a man through the eyes of his muse (Vicky Krieps, both delicate and imposing). Their romance is intoxicating in a movie that moves fluidly but feels impossibly precise; it swoons while keeping things prickly; it spins a straightforward narrative but leaves you grappling with so much mystery. 130 min. NNNNN (Radheyan Simonpillai)
Phantom Thread, starring Daniel DayLewis and Vicky Krieps, is another Paul Thomas Anderson masterpiece.