Phantom Thread
Daniel Day-Lewis
A hell of a performance
A perfect sendoff.
I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t seen enough of Daniel Day-Lewis to praise him the way most people do (I thought “Lincoln” was eh), but damn. What. A. Way. To. Go. If this is really his last movie ever, he will be sorely missed by me. He’s known for his character acting skills, and “Phantom Thread” is a near-perfect case study in neuroticism. As Reynolds Woodcock, Day-Lewis is an impassioned man, anal-retentive to the nth degree and brutally straightforward with everyone in his life. This doesn’t sound like a description of a character that screams “laugh out loud funny,” yet somehow Woodcock is darkly hilarious and endlessly quotable. It’s going to be a long time before I stop saying that I don’t want any confrontations when someone is trying to talk to me about something I don’t want to hear.
But let me backtrack, because I need to be clear about something. “Phantom Thread” is a fucking weird movie, but I mean that in the best possible way. I feel speechless trying to describe it. “Absurd” is a word that comes to mind, but that has a negative connotation and doesn’t properly do this movie justice. I don’t think any words will, it really just has to be seen to be understood. All I can say for certain is that, in addition to having one of the coolest movie titles of 2017, it also has one of the best scores. Film scores are only something I’m just beginning to appreciate, but this one makes the movie, as it set the tone from the very start and practically takes on a life of its own throughout. I really thought I was set on the movies that I wanted to take home the gold on March 4, but now I’m not so sure. My friend who I saw “Phantom Thread” with said she wishes there were 26 hours in a day so that she could watch this movie every day for the rest of her life, and truth be told, I think she’s onto something there.