There Will Be Blood (2007)
I stupidly went into There Will Be Blood back in 2007 expecting, nae wanting, blood. I always want blood in a film though, I love blood in a film and in my defence, the film's title and whatnot. Blood is a lot less fun during your haircut. My primary and only watch of Paul Thomas Anderson’s, Daniel Day-Lewis epic all those years ago was not what I wanted, and my memory was of thinking it was a technically brilliant film that didn't have any connection with me whatsoever. I could understand why people love it, I just didn’t.
Expectations duly managed, and with time and growth as a person on my part (I’m a lot smarter than I was in 2007, years of drinking does that for you), I was keen to return to There Will Be Blood knowing that there’s not much blood in it and that I’m an intellectual powerhouse now who can fully appreciate this kind of thing. I duly drank a bottle of wine, then put it on the projector while opening my next bottle. Foolproof.
Unfolding with superb cinematography, a great score and fantastic performances, There Will Be Blood is at its heart a character study, but here’s the problem- I don’t like that character. He's conflicted at best, at worst he's a self-serving anus. A film of two hours thirty eight minutes watching a wanker get richer and be more awful in varying ways. But hey it looks nice and said wanker is very realistic due to Day-Lewis’ performance and yes, stringy fingers.
There's an argument over subjectivity and objectivity here because I completely understand why some people love this film, and objectively it is splendidly put together. It’d be a harsh critic who argued against There Will Be Blood’s beauty, but I think the subjective element to film loving always outweighs its opposite.
I didn’t like many of the main characters and therefore spending almost three hours of my life with them (again) does not make me love this film. 7/10 purely for excellence in everything apart from making me warm to it. 2007 Adam was right and that’s a memory I won’t forget. Now where's the wine?