The Master
out and out about entering into a cult from the perspective of someone who is physically perfect to be persuaded into joining it. Freddie Quell in all of his unchecked ptsd coming out of a horrible period of the war this shell shocked hypersexual alcoholic is thrown into an environment that legitimizes his own disarray by pinning it on implanted traumas from millions of years ago. Even Lancaster Dodd, as nefarious as his tactics are, believes that his own pseudoscience can help Freddie but Freddie needs so much more help than that. And the reason he finds his way into the cult is because the actual help that he needs is not available upon his return to America. I want that last scene with the lady from the bar to be real so bad because it doesn’t feel like a regression it feels like him having truly ended his relationship with the cult and taking a big step into becoming his own person.
I don’t think I’ll ever be normal about this movie 🙂 I feel so a part of it more and more every time I see it whatever angle it’s being viewed through - ptsd, cult indoctrination, hell even in a romantic lens between the two of them. It has such a difficult structure to pin down while still holding its humanity that I find really admirable. Even in how the supplemental teasers and trailers use scenes that weren’t in the movie to lend to that disorientation. Anyway, Amy Adams