FILM REVIEW: Phantom Thread

This is a huge Chick Flick. So, count me out. Daniel Day-Lewis was certainly believable as the fabulously successful dress designer with a giant ego and a matching inferiority complex common to the rich and famous, but I didn’t care if he lived or died. I take that back; I preferred that he died at about the one hour mark so I could get about enjoying my weekend.

But, noooooooo, this movie went on and on for two hours and ten minutes. The film has had rave reviews and is nominated for Best Picture for 2017. It will not get my vote.

The setting is 1950’s London. The dressmaker character played by Day-Lewis was Reynolds Woodcock. Who names their kid Reynolds?

The last famous Woodcock was the lowly, but loyal railroad employee who refused to open the vault for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid in 1969. And we all know that Butch had to blow up the train in spite of Woodcock’s determination and bravery. Neither of these Woodcocks had trouble-free lives.

Reynolds Woodcock was painfully fastidious; intimidated and chastised his lover, played by 33 year-old Vicky Krieps, for making too much noise when eating her toast. That’s not cool. Especially if you are a 60 year-old actor who is a jerk in real life.

Yes, I’m afraid I allowed my prejudice against Day-Lewis to affect my evaluation of his performance in spite of his outstanding portrayal of the seemingly loveless artist.

I didn’t like any of the characters and fought fatigue throughout my experience at Theatre 18 at AMC, but a tip-of -the-hat to Lesley Manville for her characterization of Cyril, the first lieutenant of the business side of the great Reynolds Woodcock.

Some props to Paul Thomas Anderson who has done some memorable work; not the least of which is “There Will Be Blood” when he and Day-Lewis partnered on the highly successful movie of 2007. I loved the creativity of that film. And “Phantom Thread” has some redeeming value and I can enjoy a chick flick; just not this chick flick. Rock ‘n Roll.

Grade 75. Larry H.