i finally saw ‘the master’ and its taken me three days to even post about it because the level of desperation happening within each of the characters propelled me into a bona fide lull. not surprisingly the performances are all completely awe-inspiring: joaquin phoenix plays the part of a messed-up madman like none other, and philip-seymour hoffman sizzles as an occult front-man with an obsessive,. the music is great but i can guarantee you will be feeling this intense emotion of lack lustre when teh credits start to roll at the end of the 143-minute
what can i say? this is how they roll in sydney and for everyone physically there, don’t miss friday night’s ‘hole in the sky’ party (i’m with you in spirit, i promise). burn up that dance floor with these cool cats why don’t you?