So I saw The Master yesterday at Nitehawk in Williamsburg, BK while stuffing my face with Nitehawk queso, a Nitehawk burger with tots, and croquettes. (What? The movie was 2 hours and 15 minutes long — what did you want me to do, starve?)
And after seeing The Master, I can’t say he’s won me over yet. Although many critics have gone gaga over the film, I’m in the camp of Richard Corless of “Time” magazine, who originally titled his review “There Will Be Boredom.” Although visually beautiful, with some great moments, but the film ultimately fell flat by the end of the film. Boooo.
Music of the moment: The Velvet Goldmine soundtrack (in honor of Ewan‘s hot eyeliner look… snatched from Eddie Izzard?… speaking of.. Which Eddie Are You? I am: Surreal Izzard: You talk bollocks all the time, and don’t care who knows it. You are King Pig from Hell, and talk to strange people on buses. Your underwear is conspiring against you, and if James Mason was here, he’d have something to say about it. And that something would be WEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOO).