During the first hour of this film, I thought "This man is a genius." During the second hour of this film, I thought "This better have an amazing denouement." During the third hour of this film, I thought "This is the most incoherent film I've ever seen." Characters are painstakingly introduced but never woven back in. Questions are poised and never answered. And, among the audience that I shared this film with, there were groans of disgust.
Nevertheless, there are some astonishing performances in "Magnolia," most notably that of Jason Robards, Jr. Robards clearly has an understanding of death and dying, and he manages to infuse this life wisdom into his performance in nuance rather than big bold moves.
Contrast that performance, however, with that of Tom Cruise, whose performance is nuance-free. I know his lack of subtlety will be heralded by some as bold and committed acting, but I found him totally one-dimensional in a role that, ironically, had potential for depth and breadth and width. Cruise seems to resort to his trademark smirk whenever he doesn't know what else to do.
Paul Thomas Anderson has employed many members of his repertory company. Three standouts are Julianne Moore, William H. Macy, and, in yet another great performance in a banner year, Philip Seymour Hoffman. Speaking of standouts, I think Anderson has employed another "member" of his repertory company during Tom Cruise's pants-down interview profile shot. Did I recognize Mark Wahlberg's prosthesis under those briefs? Hmmm.
All in all, Anderson suffers from the "what-are-you-going-to-do-next" syndrome. "Boogie Nights" was such a triumph, one that seems impossible to replicate. Like so many films (and plays and novels) that follow on the heels of major successes, "Magnolia" doesn't quite cut it. Neither did the editor.
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