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- Today, I'm discussing why Daniel Day-Lewis may have chosen Paul Thomas Anderson's Phantom Thread as his last project before retiring from his acting career altogether. What happened to Daniel Day-Lewis? Why'd he retire? Let's talk about it.
The music used in this movie was borrowed from Phantom Thread's brilliant soundtrack by Jonny Greenwood. If you like the tracks used here, check out the complete soundtrack! It's one of my favorite film scores ever composed. - บันเทิง
He also co-wrote this which reminds me a lot of how Last Tango in Paris was pretty autobiographical for Marlon Brando who said he would never be as personal in a film as he was in Last Tango. That marked a big change in Brando and his performances and the work he chose to take on. I wouldn't be surprised if Day-Lewis came back again... so much of his choices in parts are rooted in a deep insatiable curiosity in the life of a character.
Brando wasn't happy with how he was shown in that film, though. He revealed himself to the director and was portrayed accordingly which Brando did not expect.
@@bluebellbeatnik4945Brando never forgave Bertolucci for using his life stories so literally in the film, and felt exposed. Brando never spoke to Bertolucci again after seeing the film. Bertolucci’s response was essentially, “What did he think that I was going to do with the information?” Sounds very much like Truman Capote regarding “Answered Prayers” excerpts being printed in “Esquire.”
He Retired To Let Other Actors Win The Oscar !
Phantom Thread should have won the Oscar instead of that absurd sex with an underwater thing film
That's a good one :-D
Hes getting old...time to just lay back with the family and all....
=UPPER
@@marichristian1072😂 lol
“I want to explore the world in a different way” acting was a way for him to explore characters and the world they inhabit. I think he realized that acting was just....well acting. Not necessarily real. When he became a shoe cobbler that was real. He was making an actual object that is then given to the world to be used.
I respect him even more based on that response. Very grateful that he followed through on that great artistic endeavour and built films like this one. It might be that this is a shoe as well: less intuitive to wear, but no less important for the road.
@@EarlofSedgewick excellently said.
At this age too DDL looks dashing and young
I'll be honest, this was the thought I had as well. The fact that the character was such a perfectionist when it comes to his craft and the fact that it mirrors Day-Lewis himself and how he's such a perfectionist as an actor, it just kind of struck me that a person like that playing a role like that may have just hit a little too close to home and caused him to really reconsider if this is something he really wanted to keep doing.
Ok, I guess it's enough to say I teared up watching this video. That's how well-made it is. Thank you. :)
Semper Mutabilibus sweetest comment I’ve ever received. This motivates me to keep going, thank you.
I conquer, most bizarre but I did aswell 🥲 so silly
"Now, I want to explore the world in a different way". That's really got me thinking...
This was beautifully made
The best romantic movie in my opinion.
Kind of sad! What a shame; Daniel Day Lewis is one of my all time favorite actors. I hope he doesn't get suicidal.
Cheezuss bite your tongue.
I also think that in movie ....Reynold woodcock mother comes back to haunt him ....similar to his father s memories that hv troubled him over years .....also this movie is also co written by Daniel himself .....so he unknowingly must hv added his own memories and issues in it ....in one press conference one lady stood up n said she knew daniel day lewis from childhood n reynold woodcock is her father's name ...daniel accepted n was shocked to see her ...that lady was very very young when daniel spent some time with her family ....so all that nostalgia n many other factors made him quit acting
Really well thought-out video. I never considered this perspective as to why he stopped but it does make sense. It's such a shame he's stopped but I have hope we'll see him on the screen again one day. By the way, I'm surprised at your views & subscribers. You've earned a supporter.
Daniel Day Lewis talks better than most of us can write.
It's sad for us cause it feels like he's not with us anymore! but hopefuly good for him.
Happy Anniversary, Daniel.
To me, the reason he chose this movie, in particular, is PTA.
Memorable for all the right reasons x
that's why he seemed so... transformed. i really don't know this actor but seeing him act was like an experience, it felt so real with his facial expressions and movements, it was amazing. i really love this movie because it was so raw. hope his retirement is going well
I need to see this movie now!
Personally, I believe that he never knew his personal identity. He seemed lost, like he had to hyperfocus on something, even when taking a "break". (Not the "typical" chilled and went to this island, or beach, ect.)
He had no ability to take his craft lightly, because of the nature of his being.
He is living in Ireland (or Scotland), and is living he life quietly, with his family, away from everything.
Sure, the role and location caused situational depression. However, that would only require recovery. He was obviously suffering from burnout, and needed his life away from the spotlight- all of it. That took alot out of him it and of itself.
Awww he has a bit of a poets soul from his Father likely, a true artist, and fashion is art too as much as films are. I would love to see his shoe collection too I'm sure they are also very finely crafted. I must see this film sometime also.
This movie was spectacular! I loved your point of view. I saw parts of this movie as you did but with a very different curve lol It was a masterpiece of a journey in place. So much happening, tug and pull. Your video was excellent...I'm all in!! Peace from Canada :)
Hey, awesome video man
I may have seen on TH-cam I can't remember, that Scorsese sent Leo to Day Lewis's home in New York to invite him to lunch, in hopes he could persuade him to Make Gangs of New York.
Beautiful love letter to DDL, his work, and this film. Thank you
Michael, Happy Birthday! I love you very much, Michael!
By the way, your analysis, is probably on the whole from a psychological point of view, spot on as well.
I'm going to need to re-watch...
Bravo great video, just saying same thing happened when he played Hamlet on stage the emotion the relationship with his father became too real and he broke down and never acted hamlet again. He immerses himself in the character and I think it drains him ….. so he has had enough ….. for now
well done. beautiful and moving. I'm sad that i have only just come to him now after he has retired.
I could only watch this film once. Enough.
I'm a Brazilian, and I really hope DDL will change his thoughts about retiring. The 7th art is different without one of the most, if not, the greatest actor of all time...
DDL is a legend👏🏼
I think this role was more like him than any other. He's a gorgeous man because he exudes self awareness. Goodness he's...wonderful.
He actually lives in the Republic of Ireland which he considers his country (his father grew up in Ireland), and he holds an Irish passport.
Agreed! Thanks a lot Paul Thomas Anderson!
He is the epitome of cinema and acting, a living legend.
I love phantom threads, everything about it, I am a huge fan of Day-Lewis, I think he’s one of the best actors of all times, bar none….and what a pleasant viewing experience to watch Vicky Krieps, what rare beauty and talent. I bought this movie, it’s mine for ever. Thank you.
Yes he is just an amazing actor
Not my cup of tea....sorry.....tks anyways.....
Excellent video. Thanks for the insight.
Awww he has a bit of a poets soul a true artist and fashion is art too as much as films are. I would love to see his shoe collection too I'm sure they are also very finely crafted. I must see this film sometime.
This was beautiful
such a beautiful video, thank you.
Method acting strikes me as being extremely draining. I just saw an interview with him where he said he can't bear noise and method acting is an internal noise. It must be very hard to live like this (I also feel for his wife). I guess this was the catalyst for change so he could emerge a butterfly from the chrysalis. Now that he found himself I guess there is no need to go back. If he did I doubt he'd go back to method acting and would probably just do a fun role like De Niro or Baldwin do now. That's what method actors do after they decide to become a human being.
Could it be in part because he is an artisan at heart? This is obviously a man that like to work with his hands to create functional, high quality objects. Maybe it just felt right and a less stressful option. Design in this realm can be very satisfying. Perhaps Phantom Thread put him in touch with that side of himself. It's understandable, especially given what the entertainment industry really entails in my opinion. Wishing you peace Daniel.
Great video!
Personally ,In The Name of Father is still my DDY movie
great video! so many things seem to be making sense now... may I know the music that is being played in the background??
Sense ?
I went to Chers farewell tour because she was retiring. That was almost 20 yrs ago and I hear she's still performing in Vegas. You can't believe what these professional lirts/actors/peformers say.
I had worked with Daniel on Lolita and if the money and script is right He'll definitely be back. Saying you're going to retire makes your stock go up so when they want you they'll pay alot more to bring you out. Of retirement that is.
I believe that he couldn't care less how much more money he makes.
How did you work with Daniel on Lolita when he isn't in Lolita?
He'll come back. He's only 64 yrs old.
I think he lost his passion for acting a long time ago. But he was so good that others (Scorsese, Paul Thomas, Spielberg, etc.) managed to finagle him into continue acting although his heart wasn't in it. He is the definition of the British method actor. That's my theory anyway as to why he quit.
The movie is cool. Maybe I will watch it.
Literally the perfect career
Paul and Daniel have forgotten about this movie 🤔
he lives in ireland not nyc
Hi, how are you, Daniel?
Sad we never got to see him in a Terry A. Davis biopic...
I sure wish he would come back to play the main character in the Movie I am writing.
A genius
Well, do you have nice shoes? What size? Mens?
Great video!!! Quick question, how did you use this music without copyright? I’m trying to use music that’s not mine, without being copyrighted.
What music did you use? Is this the score from the film? I really enjoyed watching your film.
It is from the film.
@@schlobooodly6836 Thank you!
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For some reason, I could see Daniel Day-Lewis playing Jordan Peterson. How strange that I see that working. Maybe in another universe.
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very very strange ,
indeed . . . .
Não é para brasileiros este site?! Sem legenda não dá para se inscrever?
Interesting
He MUST play Wittgenstein before he finally retires !!
Amen❤️❤️❤️‼️
for me he is the best
It was a perfect performance so I’m cool with it
K, just watched this video & now I wanna cry lol.
Because Lincoln texted?
not all artists have the same desire for perfection, DDL is cut from a different cloth that others aren’t
Thanks for the video. Curious, how'd you find all that info? Where from? Would love to watch/read the original references.
I was bored and disappointed by Phantom Thread tbh but I see the beauty in it. All his other roles have some wild idiosyncrasy or quirks to them, like The Butcher’s accent, eye and moustache or Lincoln’s voice and stoicism. Up till now he’s never looked so plain and bare or used his own accent, which I think is the point of it. This is him at his purest. You’ve seen me be all these crazy, wild, different people and now you can watch me at my most natural before I go. After this where else is there for him to go.
In regards to PTA I think this is his worst film. I see nothing resembling the man behind Boogie Nights or even There Will Be Blood. It feels so sterile, like it was made by Adrian Lyne or Ridley Scott.
I respect this film more than I like it.
But I don’t think for a single second that Day Lewis has actually retired for good. Someone so talented and invested in the craft can only keep himself so occupied until he dies. Maybe it’ll be a decade. Maybe 2. But he will most certainly be back in the fold at some point; it’s just a waiting game.
I was disappointed, too.
nice to see that I'm not alone.
very cold movie .
I've never seen anything with him in it so I will watch this first then. I have no expectation other than intensity. Looks like a great film.
This is not the first time and the first film DDL decided to end his career.
Some day, I will bring back DDL
Surprised he wanted to live in NYC (retire to). Not exactly the place to contemplate one's navel. Perhaps because his wife Rebecca Miller (daughter of Arthur Miller) wanted to?
It means that the whole method acting idea of immersing yourself into character for months on end is just bullshit - all ya need is a couple of hours, a script and some direction
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As soon as I hear you use the words “method acting” I know you have no idea what you’re talking about and you’re not in the industry.
Hubbe Nicolaj
I will tell you the truth about why Daniel Day Lewis quit acting. Because the truth is there for us all to see, when you remove the shine of your bright eyed glee.
I write this interpretation of The Phantom Thread not to ignite debates or arguments, but to state the truth. Because at its root, the truth, simply - cannot be reduced. I give fair warning that this post will be long and challenging to both read and to come to terms with its claim, as with the story of Daniel Day Lewis the actor, it comes with grave consequences and a heavy heart. A true matter of life and death.
So for those without the intellectual stamina to engage in critical thought, I will spare you the agony and suggest you allow your mind to wander to a more shallow end of the pool. And to those who as Shakespeare writes, would rather choose death over life, "To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;"...
I recommend you return to your slumber of the mundane. As we souls trying to awaken continue on our journey, there is no room for haul around dead weight.
I begin by addressing the elephant presently in the room, which at the time of this film's release, had yet to stomp on stage. But that's neither here nor there, as today is all we really have and today Daniel Day Lewis has made his first "public appearance" in over 4 years. The legendary giant of an actor had chosen quite the non-public setting of the Big Apple to publicize his private will.
Now I will extract the meat from a recent yahoo article to lay the groundwork as they are integral clues and will connect the dots of this layered story, with his life being a sort of parody, or extension of his movie making career. The article states, "Daniel Day-Lewis will no longer be working as an ACTOR," his rep (re-present-ative) at the time, Leslee Dart, said in a statement to Variety. "He is immensely grateful to all of his collaborators and audiences over the many years. This is a PRIVATE decision and neither he nor his re-presentatives will make any further comment on THIS SUBJECT."
Essentially this is saying that DDL (his name abbreviated for short) will no longer be a public character, but is choosing to be a private man. Suggesting he has served his term and is NOW aware between the difference of being PUBLIC vs PRIVATE in a legal sense. I will expand on this later.
Furthermore, the article again quotes DDL, "All my life, I've mouthed off about how I should stop acting, and I don't know why it was different THIS TIME (referring to the post part dum depression of making the film as we will find he admits to later), but the impulse to quit took ROOT in me, and that became a COMPULSION," For clarity, Webster's defined compulsion as, "the action or state of forcing or being forced to do something; constraint." That theme of being forced to do something against one's will, by force, is not only present in DDL's life, in the characters of the Phantom Thread's fictional lives, but in all of our fictitious lives.
To quote DDL once again, he states, "BEFORE making the film, I didn't know I was going to stop acting," he told W. "I do know that Paul and I laughed a lot before we made the movie. And then we stopped laughing because we were both overwhelmed by a sense of SADNESS. That took us by surprise: We didn't realize what WE HAD GIVEN BIRTH TO." Presuming the laughter stopped AFTER making the film. Spoiler alert, the action he had given BIRTH to was compulsory in nature, carried out by force and we will see both in the movie and as in Shakespeare's Hamlet, we also face the same sea of troubles of outrageous fortunes that Daniel is navigating through. How we decide to face those troubles is the ultimate way out of the storm. To be or not To be. In what? In war? I choose peace.
Finally, the article ends with the admission of DDL:
At the time, Daniel said he had no intention of watching the FINAL CUT of the movie. "Not wanting to see the film is CONNECTED to the decision I've made to stop working as an actor," he explained. "But it's not why the SADNESS CAME TO STAY. That HAPPENED DURING THE TELLING OF THE STORY, and I don't really know why."
The article concludes with no cliffhanger. It ends with clear confirmation that his decision to stop acting is DIRECTLY connected to his contribution to, as he puts it, "THE BIRTH" of this film, which told a story so steeped and rooted in sadness too literal to believe. The tragic hero. The failed antagonist. The role we have all been deceptively given on the world's stage.
If you've made it this far, I commend you. We've pushed and fought through a field of thick and thorny brush, but rest assured we've made it through the other side, and have reached the meadow where the flowers of truth shall reveal themselves.
And as with the blossom of a flower, inevitably comes the death of its petals.
As the story begins, the tragic hero, Alma, recounts her blossom as her story unfolds. She imagines for the audience a palace of sorts to the likeness of a castle. One that only the eschalant of society has access to, one that she only dreamed to be a part of. Throughout the story, her character buds with exuberance as if displayed at the wedding of a royal court, only to be tossed overboard and meet the same demise of her metaphoric death once the last of her petals had fallen.
Here is where you brace yourself for the ultimate truth. The same root that took hold in Daniel Day Lewis after making this film.
DISCLAIMER, I speak generally as I am making the assumption that the reader of this post is part of the "known" world which has been colonized and commercialized. But I will tell you who Woodcock is, who Alma is, and who Cyril re-present in YOUR fictional, but legal life. Because all allegories are about you. A tragic yet true poetic allegory. Like the bible, like Shakespeare's Fair Youth Sonnets, ALL stories are about - you. All the world's a stage, and we are merely actors in it.
Pull the curtain. Let the show begin.
Black's law dictionary defines a "delivery" as the expulsion or extraction of the FETUS AND ITS MEMBRANES. Now I want you to conjure up the image of the opening scene that depicts the words Phantom Thread written in white cursive against a black backdrop. Simple, minimal, yet layered in meaning. Straight to the point of the needle. Can you see the shape I am seeing? With its native hue of resolution? It is a fetus in the mother's womb, cohesive and uncut. All pieces are still consistent. Void of space between the lines as it continues from beginning to end with no CUT. This symbol is the fetus, as it evolves in the womb of a pregnant mother, connected to the wall of her uterus and what I will refer to as the "extra embryonic material" of baby, or more scientifically referred to as, the PLACENTA.
As a side note yet an important note, the word placenta is of Greek origin and it translates to "cake", which should give you pause the next time you celebrate, or as I like to more accurately put it, memorialize the person attached to the "birth" date, blow out/ex-spire its candles to make a wish, and as Marie Antoinette so brutally said, "let them eat cake". Are you beginning to see where I am headed? Now's your chance to like Woodcock tells Alma (in a more derogatory way), exit stage left. Go home if you can't handle the truth. Because the truth is bitter and has no concern for your love. You can offer up a plate of the most delicate asparagus coated in the finest butter, and the truth will shit all over your plate without remorse.
I must address one more useful fact before we get to the MATTER of fact. The term birth is akin to "berth" which Black's Law defines as 1. a place where passengers sleep on a ship or train. 2. where a boat is moored when loading and discharging passengers or cargo. In other words, the arrival of a vessel at sea that enters a port and docks with permission of the dock master. An interesting fact, till this day the dock master of a port still issues a berth certificate which has been registered and incorporated into some sort of commercial body of law. A copy of this certificate is handed to the captain of the arriving ship. Coincidence? Are echoes of citizen-SHIP ringing in your head yet? We've only yet to arrive at the crime scene, the violent act has yet to occur. The sin is still brewing. But I'm sure this puzzle is beginning to take shape in your mind.
Now I want you to recall as best you can, your memories of being born. I will use my own story as the prop as it tells the tale of the most recent metaphoric ship to arrive here on MY Earth.
From the moment of fertilization to the 40 weeks thereafter of our first child, was all a blur. In over my head, all I could anticipate was the birth of my to be child. Ill-informed, naive and ignorant that within my wife grew a single cell zygote, and was developing into a multi-organ'd fetus with a very special organ and a very special function known as the extra embryonic material that bonds baby and momma in the womb. I gave it little thought as I was preoccupied with work and the mundane of life. And before I could stop to take it all in and meditate on the gravity of the situation, 40 weeks passed by in the blink of my bright eyes.
And it happened one night. In the middle of the night. I found myself driving myself, my wife, and my expected baby to the scene of the crime.
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 TH-cam! 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.
Silly hypothesis. Unless he's dead, he can and will come back again. If the price and part is right that is. It ain't over till it's over.
Aghhhhhh!!! He would be the best Joker and can you imagine Daniel Day Lewis in a Quentin Tarantino movie!
no way .
Some of his movies are so awesome but others like this one and Age of Innocence and a few others just suck so hard...There Will Be Blood should have been his retirement, but he wanted more money
Overrated, can recall other actors calling him a great actor.
It's faked News ????
Poo face nonsense - just do the scene , do the movie -if it turns out shote and you done your best then its someone elses fault but your performance will always shine through - enough to make you sick like all these psycophantics running around trying to make all these stars feel good - get over yourselves ffs No wonder he wan’ts to ge tout of the movie business when this tripe talk goes on. In the grand scheme of things its no coincidence that a guy financially sound for the rest of his life doesn’t wan’t to pusure it wasting his life with this vacaous nonsense. He was brilliant in some movies - ya - but the movie industry means nothing in real life
If a movie is made on Jordan Peterson, Daniel Day-Lewis should play him.
why ?
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Probably because his made enough money 💰!!
Interesting