No film screams American from this decade like Paul Thomas Anderson’s ravishing, thrilling, and visceral masterpiece There Will Be Blood, the best film of the new millennium. Mr. Anderson had made four great films before hand, all of them brilliant and bold in their own unique way, but in this brutal morality tale, the director finds his most unique and original voice, taking us down a spiraling story of greed, family, religion, and capitalism. Scene after scene, Mr. Anderson defies all expectation for what type of film this will be. The film diverts far from its source material, Upton Sincalir’s Oil!, as Mr. Anderson creates an intense character study around oil man Daniel Plainview. Plainview on paper is one hell of a character, but when brought to life by Daniel Day-Lewis, who gave two of the greatest screen performances of all time between this and Gangs of New York, who is an actor who does not simply play is role, but thrusts himself into every mad element. Some criticize Mr. Day-Lewis for being over the top—they are simply wrong. Mr. Day-Lewis knows his character; he plays big often, speaking in his silver tongue. But watch how Mr. Day-Lewis plays his face when not speaking, especially in a shot as Plainview sits upon a title wave, racing toward the camera. His face does not suggest freedom as the metaphor would imply, but instead a determined and unstoppable force, ready to do anything to achieve his capitalist nightmare. There Will Be Blood, despite as the title suggests, has very little blood. It is often a quietly pensive film about the struggles of power, the perversity of religion, and the horror of capitalism gone mad. Mr. Anderson knows when to blow his film up—he does it through performance, the pulsating score by Johnny Greenwood, and the dark shades of the cinematography by Robert Elswit. But more often than not, he lets the camera sit in an Ozu-like fashion, letting the formalist elements create their own meaning. He drives us as insane as his main character becomes, creating his narrative as a one-act dive into destruction, complete with a maddening epilogue that pays off the film’s major narrative confrontation. As Mr. Day-Lewis reaches the most forceful part of his role, while Paul Dano wondrously plays his foil without a single element resembling fortitude, Mr. Anderson sends us hurling down into the pins of desire and revenge. When the film finally calms in its final shot, and Plainview informs us, “I’m finished,” the relief is both him and us—we can finally breathe again. There Will Be Blood is filmmaking at its most austere and simply its most brilliant, as Mr. Anderson does not make us squirm by the grotesque but by his filmmaking and thematic elements crawling under our skin. We are left paralyzed by the film, shocked by its grandiosity, awed by its ambition, and chilled by its darkness. This is cinema at its best.
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