Multiple Enthusiasms

Infinite jest. Excellent fancy. Flashes of merriment.

Did his milkshake bring all the boys to the yard?

Today being a day off, I decided I’d check out There Will Be Blood. I’d heard lots of good things about it all over the place. I know it was nominated for, like, every award known to man.

In retrospect, I should have gone in hedging my bets. I’ve never liked any of Paul Thomas Anderson’s movies; I thought Punch-Drunk Love was meandering and tried too hard, while Magnolia was meandering and just a mess. I’ve never seen Boogie Nights. I also should have reconsidered Daniel Day-Lewis; I think I used to like him. I remember renting The Boxer back in the day solely because he was in it, and I know I’ve seen My Left Foot and In the Name of the Father, but for the life of me, looking back, I don’t think I actually really liked any of those movies. I’m sure he gave commanding performances, but I don’t really recall any of them. Well. Except for My Left Foot; I remember that chalk board thingy.

So I started watching There Will Be Blood.

Barely two minutes in, I started my personal running commentary. I wanted to Mystery Science Theater it. And then I figured, “Why not?”:

2:00– Okay, so we’ve got Daniel Day-Lewis in a hole.

2:30– with dynamite. Oh, dear. This can’t be good.

–I’m totally surprised he just made it out of the hole in time.

–But oh noes, he no can pull up his bukkit!!11!!

–And down the hole he falls. I knew that was going to happen.

–So what’s with these rocks he’s spitting on? There’s no real visual cue to tell us what’s going on.

–But he’s broken his leg? What is this, “My Right Foot (In the Desert)?”

–What’s with the swelling violins on the mountains? It sounds like the THX logo.

–Okay, cup of rocks…

–Oh! It’s silver and gold! He’s Yukon Cornelius!

–But I thought this movie was about oil?

–1902. Four years past. Which means that the director just telegraphed that aboslutely nothing of import to the story happened in half a decade.

–And he’s crankin’. And dude falls, which sends it down.

–Ten minutes in (10:12) and oil finally makes an appearance. I knew it was about oil!

–So easy way to cut this movie down from more than two hours is to lop off the first ten minutes. Start with the thingy falling. I think the point was that it was supposed to be a silver mine but ended up being an oil well, but in which case, it’s still kind of vague. Easier just to have Day-Lewis say so, later. “Oil? Wasn’t that supposed to be a silver mine?” “A-yuh. Lord works mysterious.”

–By the way: is this a silent movie? No dialog ten minutes in? Seriously? It’s not like the visuals are rich, or anything. So far it’s a couple of shots of a mountain and a dusty mine shaft. Woopdedoo.

–Oh, no, wait. Dude’s wearing a slicker, and Day-Lewis is too happy about the slick for it to have been a surprise. By the way: minute 11.

–Dude! Watch gettin’ oil on the expensive, high-def video camera! Seriously.

–And buckets of oil into a makeshift wading pool in the dirt. Except: there are no girls in this to go wild, yet. But seriously, whose first thought is to transfer oil from one hole in the ground to another?

–Okay, besides Daniel Day-Lewis.

–(does he hyphenate that, by the way? I’d hate to be getting his name wrong. I’ll check before I post this)

–Yeah, let’s baptize the kid’s forehead with oil. I’d like “Heavy-handed symbolic correlations between religion and capitalism for a thousand, Alex.”

–Why are they moving the oil? Can’t they just mine the fucking well? They’re wearing more of the stuff than is coming out of the hole.

–You know how you know your movie sucks? When a giant beam of wood falls down the oil well, but the audience doesn’t worry, because you haven’t set up any of the characters, yet, and even if the audience did care about any of the characters, it can’t worry because it has no idea who the damned beam just hit because of your stupid awkward camera work.

–And by ‘audience,’ I obviously mean: me.

–And then I think it’s Day-Lewis, but the next shot is of the baby, so it’s baby’s father who just baptized the infant with oil, anyway? And I’m thinking, well, yeah, but he’s a retarded father in the first place.

–And thirteen minutes in and the first word of dialog is “eeeeaaaeeaeaae.” Because the baby is the first character to make a damned sound.

–Woo! Words! “Ladies and gentleman.”

–Which we all know is throat-clearing. And it’s almost fifteen minutes in. And it’s voiceover.

–I say this with all sincerity: w. t. f. ?

–Fifteen-thirty-two. Danny boy is delivering some speech, sounds like to a prospective customer. Sounds like he’s trying to sell it. Only: he’s a sucky salesman, with no pitch whatsoever.

And given that sales and oil are correlated, verbally (pitch), and given that good salesmen are said to be ‘slick,’ this guy is full of major FAIL.

–Fifteen-40: “We’re wasting time.” Unnamed, unshown prospective customer says the first intelligent thing all movie. Provided, that ain’t sayin’ much, considering there’ve been about seventy words spoken so far.

–17:50. A lease? What are they talking about? What the hell’s he trying to sell? What the fuck is this movie about? Who wants what, and what are they willing to do to get it?

If you can’t answer those two questions, nearly twenty minutes in: major fail.

–18:02. “I’m not going to waste your time, and I’d certainly appreciate it if you wouldn’t waste time.”

You know what, DDL? So would I.

–If someone says “yes,” when you call “Mr. Plainview,” chances are they are, indeed, Mr. Plainview. Otherwise he’d probably say, “No, I’m Daniel Day-Lewis. I’m here to cobble some shoes.”

–21:41. “I’d like it better if you didn’t think I was stupid.” You know what? So would I.

–And a minute-long shot of an old car driving near some tracks, a building, a farm, and then stopping on some dust. Somebody explain why we couldn’t have skipped 59 of those seconds to get to the car stopping? Or even skipped the whole car all together? 25:56… this movie has four more minutes to convince me to watch more than half an hour.

–Oh, good, thirty seconds of dudes walking. I was worried it might speed up for a second there. Phew.

–Quail hunter my ass. Now he’s a liar?

–If you find oil, how do you buy land from a family who thought you were quail hunters?

–“Do you see that?” Well, sir, I see that you’re treating H.W. as audience by proxy. Which makes sense, but even still this fucking movie is incomprehensible.

–“I believe in plain speaking,” which is why I completely lied to you about being a quail hunter.

I believe in plain speaking, too; I can’t think of a single reason to continue watching this movie.

If anyone knows of one, leave a comment, and maybe you can convince to me watch the rest.


  1. I haven’t seen the movie yet so the following comment is based off what I read in the first paragraph and a half.

    In order to do a “mystery science theater” blog you will need at least one robot and no more then two. However, do to the technilogical in-advances of today your choices amount to pretty much either a Furby or a Roomba (robotic vaccume). Choose wisely.

  2. Punchdrunk Love sucked the big one.

    I haven’t seen this movie, and I never will. Over-the-top, snobby, and inane come to mind. I hate Day-Lewis. What a pretentious douche.

  3. damnit…forgot the end italic thingee…

  4. Oh, Will,

    As I read the beginning of this post I could not help but think that we were about to see eye to eye. I blundered into Blood quite by accident while strolling around sipping liquor with a friend. I loved the film, even though I was cynical and did not think Day-Lewis was anything amazing in Gangs of New York. I rarely watch movies or TV, so it was a treat.

    As I watched the film I had a hard time not smiling at the slow burn and raw buildup of malice, borne out of the period mood of labor, labor, labor. I admit I was under the influence of expensive booze, so maybe the slow pace didn’t bother me as much.

    And then you suggest: Mystery Science Theater it!

    Double applause! You use MST as a verb (I haven’t watched TV since that show was on the air), and you suggested it in the first place, forcing me to smile! Two well-earned points!

    Why continue watching it?

    Enjoy some testosterone humor! Bathe in the stuff!

    Why dance with a pretty girl? Because she’s pretty? No! Because it’s dancing!

    Even we cynics have to dance once in a while. Geez, Will, finish the movie. Try some good vodka beforehand. Not much, just enough. And take a pretty girl, especially one you’ve danced [badly] with, even if she’s not your girlfriend. You’re guaranteed to have a good time, I promise. And I hate movies, mostly.

    My point is if you relax, you’ll enjoy it.

  5. And the bukkit reference!

    Maybe you’re not evil after all.

  6. @Gotham: Would a Tickle-Me-Elmo count? Not that I have one of those, either, mind you.

    @Alma: agreed.

    @Mike: that’s an interesting point, and a pretty great analogy, especially since I do love to dance. Maybe I’ll watch a bit more.

    Reminds me of when I had to read a novel I didn’t like for class. I read the first thirty pages, and then I read one page every five thereafter. It was enough to BS my way through a review. Maybe I’ll just watch one minute out of five.

  7. The Tickle-Me-elmo is not a robot. It is a cybernetic entity of evil. It teaches children they can be touched everywhere by strange hands and should just laugh. Trully a most dispicable toy.

    I like Mike’s point. Watch it drunk with a freind and video tape it. make a REAL Mystery science theater out of it. Just tell your freind to bring a robot. Because you, and most likely your freind, are on a budget you may instead purchase that robot that eats pennies or the cussing parrot robot. Robo dogs and/or cats are also exceptible.

  8. The pace seemed normal to me. In a lot of westerns they talk too damn fast. It can take two years to say hello, dangit.

    We watched the whole thing, but we didn’t really get. It was his life. And then it ended. There was some brutality and family drama to add excitment.

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