Sexy, Sex and Nude Scenes
Sex and Freddie's fixation on it plays a central role in the film.
A man unbuttons a woman's shirt and plays with her nipples.
Multiple (over 11) women are seen fully nude in an extended scene. However, this is not entirely sexual and part of a fantasy sequence.
A woman is seen naked lying on top of a man who appears to be naked.
At one point in the movie the Master's wife stimulates him manually (gives him a handjob to put it crudely), which seen from behind and the man orgasms with heavy moaning.
There are multiple images of a sand sculpture of a nude woman, with nipples and crotch area visible. Freddie is seen simulating intercourse with it.
Freddie masturbates into the ocean in one scene, but it is seen from afar and behind him so nothing explicit is shown.
A character is revealed to have had an incestuous relationship with his aunt, and is shown to have had the beginnings of a relationship with a 16 year old girl that never got sexual.
The Master's wife reads a passage from an erotic novel as part of Freddie's therapy,describing a sexual act in graphic detail.
There are other sexual references scattered throughout the film.
Violent and Bloody Scenes
Freddie becomes violent twice in the film, attacking cops when they arrest Dodd and later destroying the majority of his jail cell, and later attacking a man who criticized Dodd's book.
He also attacks another person, but this is only heard from behind a door.
During a drunken stupor, Quell grabs a mans' tie and they begin tussling. The fight ends very quickly.
Scary and Disturbing Scenes
Freddie's drunken and sexual actions can be disturbing, particularly to those who have experienced alcoholism or have loved ones who have dealt with it.
Often in the history of film there have been remarkable gems, hailed by few and ignored by the masses. Over time many of these gain the credit they deserve, Citizen Kane was panned by many critics at the time and only with the passing of time has its influence and brilliance been generally acknowledged. P.T. Anderson's new film The Master may not be Citizen Kane but it is certainly in the same vein. As Orson Welles modeled Charles Foster Kane after William Randolph Hearst, Anderson's new film focuses on another controversial historical figure, L. Ron Hubbard. Like Welles, Anderson treats his characters with the same mixture of examination and empathy that leaves you questioning pre- conceptions and wondering what truly defines an individual.
In post-war America Freddie Quell (played by Joaquin Phoenix) , a former soldier with an abnormal libido and a hobby of making near toxic alcohol, is wandering through life like an actor oblivious of his stage. His course takes a slight detour when he wakes up aboard a ship with Lancaster Dodd (Philip Seymour Hoffman) and his followers who make up "The Cause", a cult-ish religion clouded in the guise of science, philosophy and psychology. Dodd sees in Quell the opportunity to display the power of his new methods, and in Dodd Quell sees a mentor and hope for answers to the questions that plague all humanity.
Like many of Anderson's films the pace can often be trying and the often surreal visions expounded are certainly not for everyone's taste. Images of swirling water are only a drop in the bucket of metaphors Anderson buries his audience in. Like Anderson's last film, 2007's There Will Be Blood, gorgeous imagery and an eerie score help create a dream-like sense of bewilderment that stays with you long after the lights go up and the popcorn is stale.
Anderson's ability to craft film as art is only matched by his eye for talent. Philip Seymour Hoffman, in his fifth collaboration with Anderson, plays Dodd with wonderful simplicity that allows the complexity of the character speak for itself. With subtly and reserve Hoffman lets his character's egotism and magnetism shine through Anderson's typically biting dialogue. Joaquin Phoenix, still recovering from his 2010 film debacle I'm Still Here, gives a powerhouse performance reminding us all what was so intriguing to begin with. Somehow Phoenix makes a character who should come off as a simpleton violent alcoholic a very empathetic and human individual. In the end he is still not very likable, like many people in this world, but you can nevertheless sympathize with his mortal struggle. Whether or not Phoenix will get the Best Actor Oscar as many have discussed is still anyone's guess, especially with the multi-Oscar winning Daniel Day Lewis (who won his second Oscar for Anderson's There Will Be Blood) in the competition. Rounding out the cast is Office darling Amy Adams as Dodd's wife Peggy, who has a far more pragmatic view of the relationship between Dodd and Quell.
It is a tragedy how often brilliance is not recognized by those in its presence. P.T. Anderson with masterpieces like Boogie Nights, Magnolia and There Will Be Blood under his belt would surely be Oscar material, but he is not. After the fall when Spielberg and all the other mainstream directors release their fare Anderson's little art film will receive little attention. He may get a nod with yet another nomination, but the sad truth is that his work may simply be ahead of his time. Just as his films are too "arty" for mainstream box office success the Oscars are too mainstream for him. So maybe he won't get the award until he's thirty years deep like Scorsese or perhaps never at all, but perhaps that's okay. After all he is in good company, there have been other perfectionist film makers who never won the Best Director statue, like Orson Welles.