Fucking bonkers. Robert Downey jams 140 minutes-worth of critique on corporate culture, the power of advertising to the lowest common denominator, and a rise-and-fall-and-redemption story in 85 minutes all while packing it to the brim with ball-busting punchlines and throwing out pretty much any semblance of logic and reality, and it's a GOOD time.

I have no idea what's happening in this movie... I mean we've got dudes skyhooking fat bags of money into plexiglass containers, our Russian president who…

A stripped-back, theatrical look at melancholy for the sake of melancholy, with some splashes of astringent humor which both cut through and play with the quiet agony. I’m all for this sort of dry poke at our unhappiness epidemic, and God knows that there's some pretty biting commentary, but Andersson is a little too enamored with pure sadness here for this to transcend much than witty miserablism.

Still, I love how empathetic this movie is across the board, despite really…

I’d highly recommend that any fans of this movie check out the script. It’s absolutely astonishing how much was not only taken out, but how much was added in during the process. In addition, in context so much that was taken out feels pretty essential (“Book Two” was essentially the driving force of the script, or at least the copy that I found online, which I think is what PTA submitted for award consideration). As a result The Master feels like…

You’ve probably heard the hype: that it’s a feminist classic, it’s a Latino classic, it’s a Netflix classic, etc...

What may have gotten lost in translation, and what stands apparent above all of this, is that this is a classic, period. This is destined to go down as one of the sleeper hits of the ‘10s, and if it cleans up at the Academy Awards (unlikely, but possible) then it’ll get the immense recognition it deserves.

The presentation. Jesus Christ,…