Johnny Cash meets Truman Capote, author of Battlefield Earth, who tries to get Cash to believe the kind of crap John Travolta and Tom Cruise believe. Unsuccessfully.

After the brilliance of Alien Versus Predator Paul Thomas Anderson returns to the screen with The Master.  Wacky Phoenix physicals it up with a Daniel Day-Lewis stoop, while Hoffers does the verbals. Magnificent lack of 3D and digital, with 70 mm camera work and genuinely beautiful visuals to a score by the guy from Coldplay or Radiohead. Idiots will be bored, but an ambitious and truly cinematic piece of work, as well as a vast improvement on The Three Musketeers.

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