Review: Phantom Thread
Part of what makes Paul Thomas Anderson's films so enthralling - well, maybe not so much Inherent Vice - is that they're almost always primarily about people coping with other people. They're relationship dramas where often the nature of the relationship remains hidden. But with Phantom Thread Anderson seems to show his hand early: this is the story of a bond between a man and a woman, and if it never quite seems fully sexual, matters of the heart are always at the fore. The 1950s British setting allows fashion designer Reynolds Woodcock (Daniel Day-Lewis) to be as stiff and stodgy as possible and still be taken seriously; a decade later and he'd be wildly out of tune with society, a decade or two earlier and to us he'd seem like a joke. As it is, he's defiantly out of style - "couture" is a dirty word to him - while still raking it in making one-off gowns for nervous or vaguely sinister society matrons. But while his place in the world seems set fr...