Phantom Thread

15:30pm. Showroom Cinema. Sheffield. Screen 1. Final Film of 2025. Rewatch. My review from the last time i watched this is perfectly adequate and portrays exactly how I feel about Phantom Thread, and those feelings have only solidified with a rewatch.  These people roam the house like spirits longing to say something to each other longing to touch someone, but not knowing how to articulate it, how to reach and feel. They will fill the halls, cram the doorways and haunt each other until one finally stops longing and simply does.  That’s what Alma is to Reynolds. She’s the one who dares to enter the house and willingly submits herself to be haunted and it’s only when he needs someone the most, at his most weak and vulnerable, he finally realises he can reach out and grab her. The small, short scene where he’s his most vulnerable; visited by the ghost of his mother who is slowly and softly replaced by Alma says more than what films try to say in hours.  It’s hauntingly beautiful. There’s so much said in the silent stares, in the longing looks, in outbursts of frustrating and leaking of ego. That’s what love really is, every feeling at once.  I’ve lamented on the technicality of the filmmaking loads, the blocking, the script; the mis-en-scene, the acting etc, it’s all raw, all beautiful soaked in gorgeous lighting. But it’s the score what got me the most this time. It just a phenomenal piece of work. Like; once in a lifetime sorta stuff. I can’t name better. Leslie Manville (and DDL, obviously) were absolutely robbed.