Tuesday, January 15, 2013

There Will Be Blood


The first fourteen minutes of There Will Be Blood have almost no dialogue whatsoever. It may start to remind you - looking at the rough western terrains - of Sergio Leone’s The Good, The Bad & The Ugly (1966), with a similar quiet beginning. But it had cowboys, gunshots, people getting scared of strangers with guns, old cowboy bars - all such intriguing prospects. Here, there’s a lonely man who’s relentlessly struggling to strike something in a pit at the turn of 19th century. There is Daniel Day-Lewis in one of the greatest performances in the history of films. There is an innocent child who’s being fed milk in a bottle nipple soaked in liquor. There is oil. There is a constantly moving camera that characterizes Paul Thomas Anderson’s cinema. There’s a somewhat distressing background score. And there is blood.

One holds his breath, unlike a thriller, for something better than that, for the giant of a film that follows. Paul Thomas Anderson has reached the pinnacle of his film-making career with There Will Be Blood, a modern classic, an epic film of greed, betrayal, violence & lies. It’s work that can be compared to the greats of Griffith, Welles, Kurosawa, Coppola etc. A film that invents so much in its manner of story-telling & style, it knocks the clichés hard in the face. It’s cinema reinventing itself through a channel that’s a combination of Paul Thomas Anderson & Daniel Day-Lewis.




Based on Upton Sinclair’s 1927 novel ‘Oil’, There Will Be Blood tells us of a Daniel Plainview - played & made immortal by Day-Lewis - a roughneck at the turn of 19th century in search of oil. He finds it with all his hard work and soon becomes a wealthy oilman with a resonant voice, fine suits and a commanding presence; on his way to become a ruthless tycoon. His only partner in his business is his adopted young son, a boy named H.W. (Dillon Freasier). He’s alone otherwise, even if we think a close associate Hamilton (Ciarán Hinds) will be someone he’ll confide in. Along comes a babyish-faced Paul Sunday (Paul Dano) telling him of a Sunday Ranch that will have oil, in the vast infertile lands of California. It’s a lesson of American history to know that the now prosperous Californian lands once did not grow corn. The people there were thus devoid of bread which, “in the magnificent country” of theirs, was a luxury to them.

The art direction is absolutely brilliant in depicting the underprivileged grandeur of the early 20th century. It helps the lonely devil of a man named Daniel Plainview establish his unfeeling ways on to the people around him, especially at the Sunday Ranch, where the poor owner Abel thinks Daniel landed there just to hunt quail. It’s only in Paul’s twin brother Eli (played again by Paul Dano) the preacher that we see an adversary to Daniel who’ll oppose him on the moral grounds along the lines of religion although he’s offended when Daniel deceits him about his demand of the oil well to be blessed by him.   

Plainview is one of those rugged characters of American history, who‘s greed & selfish ways make him an enemy of God and man, both alike. H.W is just a tool for him to get jobs when he offers his prospective clients “the bond of a family”, something that’s rare in the oil rigging business. Perhaps he’s true, but a competitor who comes out to California searching for oil is very true either when he says to Daniel, “It must be easy when you have such a cute face to carry around with you.”  And rightfully so, H.W. becomes a liability when he is deafened when an oil well blows violently; its gigantic violence between flames & smoke captured in a magnificent way by Robert Elswit, who has filmed all of Anderson’s pictures.    

The battle is between the ill-bred greed of the oilman & the phony spiritualism of the preacher. There in the light of rising flames that we see Eli’s face, with his prophetic calmness that heals people magically but his mind is stirred that prompts him to - reasonably although with greed - demand his bonus share when Daniel bought up the land. It’s in the charismatic performance of Day-Lewis, in that potent & austere mannerism, in that intensity of the character that we still connect to as a protagonist even when he slaps & hits Eli and puts mud on his face. That, Daniel does out of sheer frustration of H.W.’s illness is one matter & that, the fake spiritualist in Eli will not be able to heal it, is another. But the brutality of the act first brings out Daniel’s suppressed hatred for Eli, in the violence of flesh.

It’s not as if this powerful tycoon is flanked by secretaries in an office with splendor of a Godfather’s study with wallpaper finish & a plush chair. This man is lonely, as he wants to be and he’s out on the field amongst his workers. It’s interesting to note the small gap between the laborer & the employer at that time. But Daniel’s hatred is not just for Eli. When a Henry (Kevin J. O’Connor) comes along claiming to be his half-brother, he lets his conversational guard down while drinking and we first start to realize the inner rigidity with which this man is built. “I look at people & I see nothing worth liking.” His hatred for people is built little by little over the years and all these years he has been driven by the competition that’s inside him. This fierce violence of spirit is rooted deep in the American character.

When over the years, the ‘blood’ in the film title has been synonymous with oil, it’s rarely been noticed that Anderson also referred to the other blood. There is blood throughout the film, not in the way the first time viewer will anticipate. There’s blood in those dark fourteen minutes when H.W’s real father is slain in the rig accident, there’s blood of Joe Gundha who dies in a similar fashion, there’s blood of Henry who confesses his lie before Daniel takes his hatred out on him through a revolver. There’s also the ‘blood of Christ’ that this sin has to be washed with, when the preacher ‘slaps the devil out of’ Daniel who agrees to the ritual to gain some land. The title of the film is a metaphorical portent in itself.

And when much blood has flown under the bridge, we come to the verge of the Great Depression of late 1920’s, when H.W. has married Abel’s daughter, grown up bearing the distance from Daniel and has been told that he’s just a “bastard from the basket”. He parts his ways & thanks God that he has none of Daniel in him and Daniel is left more too lonely in his magnificent mansion, much like the lonesome Charles Kane in his ghostly estate of Xandau. The preacher returns to Daniel when the God ‘fails to alert him of the recent panic in economy’, with the same greed with which he once named his price of Sunday Ranch at the dinner table. In the final chapter of this driving epic, in the bowling alley in the basement, the humiliation strikes, this time Eli, whom Daniel asks to deliver a sermon-like confession that he has been a false prophet; much in the fashion of Daniel’s baptism ritual. It’s the crying & blabbering Eli who’s unable to accept that it was his brother Paul, who was rather the Chosen One, on whom Daniel’s final wrath incurs. When Eli lies in a pool of dark red liquid, Daniel proclaims, “I’m finished.” And the portent of the searing, fierce film comes back in Jonny Greenwood’s haunting score - There Will Be Blood.