It won an Oscar for costume design. It was also nominated for best picture, director, Actor and supporting actress

Exactly, that is why his sister was there in one of the scenes to help Woodcock take Alma's measurements. They have done this many times before, it seems.

I think the point might’ve been that the dress wasn’t commissioned by any sort of client and instead was made likely for free.

I dunno, I think passion may be involved but not REAL passion. Not something he has for the girl we follow through the whole picture.

So you’re saying he was interested in the lady with the green dress getting married to the dominican dude that passed out? I don’t think so….

@@multiplepassions3694 How do you think that’s what being mentioned here? Obviously the post is about making the dress (taking her measurements for it) for Alma on their first date

ian london just watched the film today. Absolutely stunning

ian london You did a wonderful job in this role. I just loved the sound in this scene and how it trails to the next :) 🇨🇦

@D. Hodson Thank you so much 😎🎥

ian london you’re definitely committed to this joke

4:09 woah there you are, Ian!

The Shape of Water score was pretty great, but I totally agree it was awesome!

Lou Bloom I better check every corner of my room in case I'm ambushed by fucking asparagus!

Shape of Water is one of Desplat's weaker scores and it pales in comparison to Greenwood's imho

I thought I was the only one laughing out loud at times throughout the film. 😂

The oscars are shit and those who still follow it are fools.

Because she wasn't at all good? She portrays the character as snippy and rude.

Ask Gwyneth Paltrow why she won an Oscar

@@cinemonger1270 Harvey Weinstein is why she won

For real, she was a highlight for me in the movie.

I felt the same way when I looked at it. So I watched it again and came to that conclusion. NPD relationship. It was surreal. I will look at it again and again. I loved when she told him he needed to settle a bit.

@@nanoryalambert5238 who was the Narcissict -him or her - in your opinion? or both?

@@VladaPechenaya He was in my opinion....she just developed 'coping techniques' in order to deal with him because she loved him.

Exactly my thoughts! I almost yelled narcissist at my screen watching him act the way he did. But then she started manipulating him in one of the most psycho ways to get him the way she wanted him…and in the end he just voluntarily let her! Which kinda made him a masochist as well I suppose

@@YvieT81 hence why in the end they were perfect for each other.

Definitely, it perfectly fits into the overarching message of his films (as you pointed out).

This is my 5th favourite movie of his, which goes to show how great a director he is lol

Aaron Nichols Same! I gotta put Master, TWBB, Boogie Nights and Magnolia above this, but this is just as great!

Very well said.

@ManoLorca I agree. Alma even says after she's poisoned him, "He is like a baby". Very Freudian subtext to this film!

I'm 5 years late and just watched the movie, but I agree totally with this assessment!

I think you're right about the muse aspect, but I would argue they are all each singularly special to Reynolds, until they aren't. He enjoys the honeymoon phase, so to speak. Alma finds a way to remain relevant beyond that.

I agree with you Brandon. I actually really like Reynolds as a character, I'm drawn to him, and he fascinates me. I also enjoy the relationship between him and Alma, not everything has to be on a bed of roses, and I loved the development of it throughout the movie.

HELLO

You've obviously never been to a Chelsea Arts Ball.

You got something VERY different!

Metal Gear Solid

I was really drawn to the dynamics. I could see myself in both characters.

yeah its kind of crazy to have such a crazy relationship like this but i feel that this deeply intimate movie uses the romanticizing of this relationship in order to sort of try to give you a view of how the characters feel. it sort of puts this filter over the movie to kind of trick you into thinking this is a beautiful relationship like how the characters see it but deep down you know this is not good.

Well that was the whole point of the film.

I feel the film creates such interesting ambiguity that it leaves the viewer unable to judge whether their relationship actually “works.” If it DOES work, then it’s indeed in a twisted way. I mean, if I dated someone and knew they had intentionally poisoned me I’d have to walk away, but if we think metaphorically sometimes we end up with people who poison us emotionally yet there is something that keeps us there. In short, I have no f***ing idea.

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Agree

They're definitely up there for me too. I'd probably give it to Birdman and Shame as the two best, but these two are both up there too!

I agree, and there will be blood is the best movie from the previous decade

Mulholland Drive is the best film of the previous decade, but There Will Be Blood is a close second. I agree on The Master, though.

Y’all are sleeping on inherent vice.

Also her.

Underrated? TwBb is best film of the century on almost all film best-of lists :D

Thanks Ethan!

Thanks Tom! Will do!

You and me both!

Enjoy!

One of my top 3

Thank you!

You summed it up perfectly! A great exploration of humanity performed by some great actors. I'm hoping this won't be his last performance, but if it is, he went out on a high note!

Those are very tough to make-it essentially is 2 or 3 weeks worth of work. I definitely hope to do more, but am unsure when I'll have more time...

Jack's Movie Reviews K it's cool man good you=good vids keep it up

Screw best movie of the year, best of the decade, the only movie that I think could top this film is The irishman, I know it wont come out until 2019, but were talking about a Scorsese crime gangster film, with De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, and Keitel so the film has a lot of potential, and the guy who wrote it has a lot of talent. Or maybe just like with this movie the best will be another one I have no expectations.

they're together in There Will Be Blood as well

Why would you watch an analysis for a film you haven’t seen?

Sorry, I mean the other PTA movies mentioned near the end. I want to watch The Master since that one wasn't shot by Elswit, and it makes me curious!

Oh. The Master is his best film, and one of the 20 best of all time.

There was no visual spoiler that I saw for The Master.

Exactly!! I was waiting to read a comment like that. It's a great movie, but the characters are 'f....ed up'. She sought to wait n manipulate her way when the signs of abuse were there from the beginning. She could have left but she did not. One would never wish a daughter to do that!! n the whole mushroom thing is so off!! How do they trust each other I wonder n kids!!!

Very much true!

Kshitij Kamble hahah in a way, yes.

In a weird way

They're both tragic characters and when you describe them as "twisted" you undermind their brilliancy

But it's a good video. Way better movie

Agreed!

As my wife lay strapped to the hospital bed with a catheter intruding one end, and a needle pierced through another, she struggled in labor as if reduced to a ward in an insane asylum, trying to fight off both the pain of labor and the humility of incarceration. But we "had faith" in the institution we had trusted, and believed they knew what was best for her, thus we had no hesitations as my wife was monitored by machines like a mouse in a cage, a test subject of sorts, injected with foreign fluids, violating her most intimate space as they conducted "internal checks" at an excessive rate, and worst of all, induced a numb sensation throughout her body as they administered a drug in the form of an epidural that sent shockwaves of depressants through her central nervous system; sending her body to a momentary death. A death just long enough to deprive her of the natural God given sensations of bearing her first child. That Nirvanic and beautiful pain was stolen in the sake of discouragement and pity... Vanishing by the wayside of artificial chemicals whose potion was crafted to sensor the truth. But Alas, our baby had traveled through the metaphoric canal, still connected to the nautical naval, now ready to exit the waters of mother; The contractions (meaning to bring together or to abridge) had emerged closer, her cervix had gone through waves of dilatations (breadth, widening, the opening of the puerta/door/portal) and baby's crown was finally visible. Ahhh!!! With nervous excitement and blood filled anticipation, I ready myself to meet a Queen, a King, I don't know the gender yet, but I do know they are sovereign and royal as I can with clarity see a CROWN! The ghost of my wife in all her visible agony, yet void of complete sensation, then pushed out the evolutionary entirety of our 23 chromosome donation that has for 40 weeks evolved from a single cell zygote into a fully developed unique, original, vintage fetus with a 46 chromosomes "original package" that belonged to her and only her. And she is born. It all happened so fast, gleefully and still flushed with nerves I let the dockmaster do their job as they checked the vitals of the baby. Then they handed our child to her mother for the first time and in my vulnerable state of ghostly presence, the dockmaster asked me, "Dad, would you like to CUT THE CORD?" As if an honor only meant for the most deserving had been bestowed upon me, a twisted milestone of sorts. I stupidly, ignorantly, and hastily fall for the trap. And I commit the crime of aborting my own child from all her extra embryonic material. Her possessions. The ark that guided her genetic covenant through the allegorical 40 days and 40 nights of her Noah's flood. The Church that housed and sheltered her most holy of sacraments, and the baby Jesus that was her sacrificial lamb and bore her crossing of her motherland from the country where no man returns. In an instant. Without even asking my baby or considering her wishes, I abandoned her property that was so pure and innocent, unblemished, and without defects. She is now the phantom of the opera as the French saying goes, "Le Mort Vivant". The living dead. All the while, her placenta was still pulsating and yet to be naturally delivered from momma. And as Shakespeare so eloquently put it, her "Fair Youth", had ended before it had the chance to begin. The dockmaster and his goonies then yanked my baby's extra embryonic material out of her mother and disposed of it as if dumping a bag of trash. Unappreciated and neglected. Still alive and pulsating with blood, on its way to becoming a deposit and the MATTER of fact. THEE specimen that gave rise to the birth certificated decedent estate known as my daughters name. Held in title. Held in trust. Abandoned, unclaimed by it's rightful owner, and pirated at the Cestui Que Vie trust law of the holy sea. Oh Henry VIII, you murderous king! You are to blame! You are the fault which caused me to de-fault on my child! She is not at fault! How could she be? She is but a precious jewel who's my job it was to protect. Ahhh!!!! You useful idiot! Not only have I failed to protect my child in her arrival, I am an assailant to the crime. A stumbling fool caught red handed with the weapon. Running with scissors never ends well. And as the saying goes, "the first cut is the deepest". And this is just the first of many natural shocks the flesh is heir to. Allah Shakespeare speaks truth once again. Like a drunken fool, I had offered up her dowry as she readies for her consummation. Enter Woodcock stage left. The proverbial Woodcock is behind the curtains in the backroom, fashioning her a new wedding dress, as the marriage between Church and STATE is about to commence. And with the weaving of a spell, with bright eyes I am handed a form. This form that con-forms to the will of another. An unseen force, yet one that strikes fear and as Alma puts it. Demands respect. Demands every piece of you. I handed the form over to my wife who was still in a state of pain and agony. And with her sign of nature, through her voluntary consent, and on my dumb watch, she offers her sig-nature as the legal guardian and informant letting the receiver know the cargo is ready for the taking. Like a chattel branded with hot iron and coal, my baby has been given a name. Not not just a name, but has been assigned a TITLE in ALL CAPS to signify her place in office. Still bright eyed with incompetence, I am told that I must take this evidentiary piece of paper to an elusive office of vital records to Re-chord her TITLE in a ritualistic registration. Ahh, she is now regal like Alma, the courting ended faster than it began. She had been placed on a pedestal and her dimensions have been taken by the metaphoric Woodcock with meticulous precision as his bookkeeper Cyril jots down her statics for the re-cord. Head circumference, length of arms, length of legs, body, belly. It is done. Her identification has been alchemized. And she is now part of the House of Woodcock. What was once the property of one becomes the property of another. From gill breathing sperm to encapsulated egg, this single cell zygote which has the handprint of God, Da Vinci's Sistine chapel, has been desecrated. Though the water creature fish had fully developed into a healthy amphibian fetus, simultaneously living in the waters yet breathing oxygen through the interface of her mother through the holy bond they genetically shared via the placenta. To finally, a walking, breathing, spirit filled bipedal in its entirety... I ruined, in the act of the cut. Dis-ease. To be out of ease. Without peace. Unwhole. In the eyes of the Church, this child now needs salvaging which can only come through salvation. The church is there to offer her Jesus, Buddha, and Allah. In the eyes of the STATE, she is incompetent and inconsistent. Another loony in the loony house. The STATE is there to offer its services of administration, benefits, and the management of her Cesqui Vie Trust as an incestuous and wretched trustee. And Woodcock. The middleman. The one who sewed her phantom limb back together again. Daniel Day Lewis. The useful idiot, so pompous and well respected. Revered by the masses. Whose name carries clout! The truth is out of our control yet it is inside of us all. Oh you stranger on KZfaq! The gull to speak such blasphemies about my life!?! You digital avatar dare rain on my parade?! Well more often than not, the things we most cherish in life, are the things most toxic for our health. Ask Alma, as she desperately tries to gain the love and affection of Woodcocks, yet ironically faces the constant growing scorn of his condescending abuse. Toxic and un-natural. The marriage of CHURCH and STATE. Ultimately Alma is marginalized to an empty vessel without a soul. Le Mort Vivant. She has fallen for his trap. And is now the living dead. From the moment they had first locked eyes in the restaurant, Woodcock had found his mark. She was both his mark and his beast, his frankenstein to defame. He would chip away at her spirit, until she had little resemblance to the purity she once had. Expressed by his insatiable appetite, she would be something too grotesque to salvage. The first meeting of the two at the restaurant is the most important scene as it begins her downfall. Naively she enters into a contract with him as she takes his glutenous order. He asks her to re-member it, to make it part of her as if a member of one's family. He takes the original paper, symbolic of the evidentiary contract. He asks her out for dinner, knowing she would accept as she never stood a fighting chance. She then seals the deal in the act of handing him a document giving her Name (title), date, and initials, and most important; her voluntary sign of nature. He found his mark. She had given her signature and symbolically registered it into his keeping. The act of registration. This was not the first time the house of Woodcock needed a new body. Not a woman, not a soul inspired by God, but a vibrant, youthful body of whose soul was to be sucked away. That was the real deal. She had entered into a commercial trust that would revolve around her body being the collateral for the agreement evidenced by her birth certificated decedent (dead) estate. The part of her that was living once, as Shakespear says, " For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil". That mortal coil, reader, is the toroidal, spiral, umbilical cord that attaches baby to mother through the interface of the placenta, which is then alchemically sewn back together by the dressmaker with his phantom thread.

Woodcock made it clear on their first intimate rendezvous that he was not interested in her love, but her equity, strictly a matter of business. He would use her and abuse her without remorse, just a subject to be profited from. Commercialized. He would parade her around in the manner that his aristocratic clients would do in his dresses. His job was to fashion, to fabricate and weave a story of lies, and extort her essence by deriving an artifact in the form of a dress that had a link to her God given biological estate. And he did this with the phantom thread as the bond holding that TRUST in place, re-attaching her metaphoric deposit, a.k.a. the phantom limb. Her anty, her chip in the game. Her placenta. As Shakespeare Hamlet says, "Ay there's the rub." She was to suffer the same fate as Joanna did in the very early onset of the story once Alma's asset had been fully depreciated and sucked dry. Nothing more than a tax write-off to be sent to salvage. Alma, being a native of the land, Cyril instructed Woodcock to visit "the country" to find their next SUBJECT. Cyril said, "I will be there tomorrow". Alma, the indigenous woman, had begun her journey innocent and without defect. Sovereign. And had fallen into a conspiracy too evil to be believed. We readers, if you are still there, have suffered the same trap as Alma. Our God inspired/spiritual native, indigenous manhood and womanhood has been stripped of its sovereignty. We've been domiciled and domesticated from the people of the land to the souls lost at sea. Dead souls at that. A resident of the Situs. A citizen of the STATE. In her fit of jealousy and insecurity, Alma confronts the French princess by reminding the princess that the House of Woodcock was her residence. Do not make the same mistake as Alma. Do not be Hamlet and let the seed of injustice rot into a fruit of passion and revenge. You must be a pacifist and learn to forgive and forget. In full disclosure, I haven't even finished watching the film, but I think I know how this story will end. As Hollywood partakes in the soft disclosure of the truth, with an insidious twist that is; Alma becomes the tragic hero by devising a plan to murder and poison Woodcock. She is the Hamlet of Denmark. Enraged in madness, stooping to the same level as her abuser. She has made the decision to not let bygones be bygones, or let dead dogs lay, she seeks vengeance to, "settle the score". The world is a game and I'm just a player in it. That is my prize and I will compete for its deed. I think I will end here. I've beaten this horse to death and there is no more water for it to drink. Now that you've made it to the end, you can now re-watch this movie with a new frame of reference. The reference of TRUTH. Once you see the truth you can't unsee it. It will crawl out from the underbelly of the beast and shine like the brightest star. Daniel Day Lewis knows this. He has perpetuated this story in many of his "his-storically" based films. Glazing over the past, romanticizing, dramatizing, and propagandizing the "jus cogens" to the people fallen victim. Crimes of humanity. The trafficking of the innocent. Oh the twisted irony of the holly-wood. Now go. And return the authority back to yourself by the only means possible. Not through the sword, but through the word. Become the author of your own story and correct the fault that was not yours to begin. I gave you a shovel. Now dig.