Paul Thomas Anderson's The Master is a fascinatingly intellectual film. But, not an emotional one. It washes over you like a tidal wave, knocking, flipping you upside down. Its visual beauty is unquestionable and the performances are brilliant but, his characters hold the audience at arms length.
I am a member of a group of people that make up a far greater portion of the population than you'd think: People who are frothing with anticipation for a new film from Paul Thomas Anderson. Any film by Paul Thomas Anderson. This week, we rejoiced.
Like in life itself, things in Hollywood go in cycles, with similarly themed movies often hitting the multiplex around the same time. Usually it happens with summer blockbusters like the summer of '98 when Armageddon and Deep Impact both shared the big screen in hopes of becoming the victor in the war of the "giant boulder hitting earth pictures".