‘Phantom Thread’ Review: Daniel Day-Lewis Shines in Paul Thomas Anderson’s Gothic Romance

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'Phantom Thread' Review: Daniel Day-Lewis Shines in Paul Thomas Anderson's Gothic Romance


Phantom Thread is the second collaboration between the writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson and the actor Daniel Day-Lewis—and if the latter is to be believed, it will be the last. Day-Lewis has announced that he is retiring following this performance. I don’t doubt the sincerity of this vow, but I dearly hope he will change his mind. (Steven Soderbergh did, after all.) At 60, Day-Lewis has many more years—and, with luck, memorable performances—ahead of him.

Anderson’s previous collaboration with Day-Lewis, There Will Be Blood, was very nearly a masterpiece before it undid itself in the final act. Like that film, Phantom Thread is the story of a difficult, exacting man. But befitting their respective titles, it unfolds in a gentler key. Reynolds Woodcock (Day-Lewis) is a master dressmaker in mid-century London: prim, meticulous, and—as one character describes him—“fussy.” He lives and works in a grand house with his sister, Cyril (Lesley Manville), and a series of muses who are discarded once they cease to inspire him.

We meet one such woman in an early breakfast scene. “Where have you gone, Reynolds?” she pleads with him. “Is there anything I can say that will get your attention back on me?” There is not, and she is quickly shipped out of the house with a dress for her troubles. This is the first of several fraught breakfasts throughout the film; as Cyril later explains of her brother, “If breakfast isn’t right, it’s very hard for him to recover for the rest of the day.” As noted: fussy.

It is over another breakfast that he discovers another muse, Alma (Vicky Krieps), who waits on his table at a hotel restaurant. She is of indeterminate non-British origin—the actress herself is from Luxembourg—and Reynolds finds himself intrigued. He asks her to dinner, where he promptly blots off her lipstick so he can better “see” her. Romantic? Possibly. Controlling? Without question.

Like those who came before her, Alma is soon ensconced in Reynolds’s home-cum-dress-shop, where she exists in large part to allow him to perfect her, Pygmalion-like. Unlike Henry Higgins, however, his goals are not phonetic but sartorial. As he fits her for one particular dress, he remarks that she has “no breasts,” before adding, “Oh no, you’re perfect. It’s my job to give you some. If I choose to.”

The relationship is an odd one. Though it is surely sexual, such activities take place behind closed doors. And sex is, in any case, a secondary concern. Where some men desire most to undress women, Reynolds desires most to dress them. Alma is, for him, essentially a mannequin that talks.

But she is also—and in this regard we sense that she differs from her predecessors—a mannequin that talks back. At times subtly and at times directly, she tries to break out of the role Reynolds has assigned her. The odds are clearly stacked against her: He has wealth and fame and Cyril (whom he refers to as “my old so-and-so”) on his side. Alma, for her part, has merely Reynolds’s presumably temporary infatuation and her own unexpectedly steely will. They ultimately take her farther than you might imagine.

Anderson directs with an understated elegance worthy of the House of Woodcock. He has described the film as a “Gothic romance” inspired by Rebecca, and he ratchets the tension with Hitchcockian precision, especially as the plot’s twists begin to reveal themselves. Alas, as has occasionally been the case in the past—notably in another flawed near-masterpiece, Magnolia—Anderson allows certain storylines to dangle awkwardly. One of these is the element that gives Phantom Thread its title: Reynolds’s habit of sewing secret talismans into his clothing—a lock of hair here, a secret message there. It’s a fascinating idea, never fully explored. A phantom limb, perhaps? Or a loose thread?

Day-Lewis’s performance at times recalls his turn as Newland Archer in The Age of Innocence. Apart from the periodic outburst—as when a wealthy woman has the effrontery to fall asleep in public while wearing one of Reynolds’s dresses—powerful feelings are expressed in muted tones. Yet unlike Newland, Reynolds has a ferocity beneath his studied exterior. He is both fueled and intermittently felled by his own perfectionism. Exhausted after a show, he grows ill and is tended to by Alma, who finds him “very tender, very open” until he regains his health and can return both to work and to his customary demeanor.

In this sense, Reynolds is the perfect role for Day-Lewis, who is likewise famous both for his obsessive meticulousness—to play “Bill the Butcher” in Gangs of New York, he studied with an actual butcher and had circus performers teach him how to throw knives—and for the lengthy sabbaticals he has used to recharge between films. As Day-Lewis told The Guardian in 2008, “It is with a very positive sense that I keep away from the work for a while.” During one such break, a five-year hiatus beginning in 1997, he apprenticed as a cobbler under the late, legendary Florentine shoemaker Stefano Bemer. One could scarcely imagine better training for the role of Reynolds Woodcock.

Will Day-Lewis’s announced retirement truly prove permanent? Or will it be yet another period in which he keeps “away from the work for a while” before returning to the screen? Anyone who cares at all about cinema should pray for the latter.



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