The unorthodox European style of directing, the poker-faced performances, the implosive nature of each scene, the tangible air of sophistication, the faded essence of its portraiture, the enigmatical story itself (an extreme paradigm of the love-career collision), and that elegant musical score it creepily dances to - that’s how queerly satisfying, Phantom Thread is. As manic-depressive as a cerebral film can get.
A possible dark horse winner for Best Picture.
9.2/10 stars.
Almost done with my Oscars marathon! 🎥🍿🤓
PS: Love this year’s films’ unpredictability. Odd scenarios coming heaps & thick, moment to moment. My kind of indulgence.
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