Falling in love is easy. It is pleasurable and it is fun. Its overwhelming headiness is exciting, intoxicating and energising. Falling out of love is easier. It is painful and it is unnerving but it rewards one with a strange, if unwanted, sense of relief and liberation. Staying in love is not easy. In fact, it is excruciatingly difficult. The list of factors that makes it so is dreadfully difficult: jealousy, suspicion, distrust, codependency, dependence, obsession, manipulation, control, resentment, boredom, ennui, selfishness, unresponsiveness, insouciance and a lot else. These elements conspire to make it all but impossible to stay in love and be at peace.
The problems of staying together, even when in love, are real, arduous and burdensome. Paul Thomas Anderson’s Phantom Thread deals with the painful reality of being in love, and examines the problem with great intellect, heart and insight. Unflinchingly honest, deeply aware and highly intelligent, it may well be the best film about love, made in years, if not decades.
Reynolds Woodcock (Day-Lewis), a renowned fashion designer and a man of meticulous routine, lives and works in an elegant five-storey Georgian townhouse. He is surrounded by intensely reverent staff members, exuberant clients and a commanding business partner and sister, Cyril (Manville). Reynolds, the celebrated creative head of the House of Woodcock, designs, inter alia, for the British aristocracy, European royalty and rich Americans. He is in awe of himself and the life he has created. He works with the feverish ferocity of a true artist, proud of every exquisite dress he has designed, every fancy inch of fabric he has cut and every splendid stitch he has sewn. Cyril is cold, imperious and strong. She takes care of her brother and runs the practical affairs of their fashion house business.
The success of the House of Woodcock and, indeed, of her brother depends as much on her as it does on Reynolds. Women come into and go out of Reynolds life with regularity. He gets bored with these women easily, leaving the job of evicting them from his painstakingly organised life to Cyril. This she does, without upsetting his punctilious regime, with both efficacy and kindness. Things change when Reynolds meets Alma (Krieps), an émigré waitress, at a countryside hotel. As many women before her, she soon takes on the roles of muse, servant and lover, but, unlike the others, wants a relationship on her own terms, where her importance matches that of the fêted designer. The relationship – troubled, unpredictable and decidedly perverse – forms the heart and mind of Phantom Thread.
The film is great as much for what it is – a highly intelligent examination of the nature of love – as for what it is not: a conventional story about the battle of the sexes. Its characters, very similarly, are defined as much by what they are as by what they are not. Reynolds is needy, vulnerable and egotistical. He is not a selfish and self-centered man. His toxic masculinity is studied and is not a real problem. Cyril is a capable, self-respecting and a confident woman. She is not an ageing spinster who validates her own existence by taking care of her brother and running his business. Alma loves Reynolds with a devotion bordering on servility but expects love in return for her love. She is unwilling to relinquish the power that she believes is needed to maintain a relationship with Reynolds.
The three principal characters of the film are highly complex and complicated. And although a backstory for Alma is largely missing, Anderson has written the three with great care, perspicacity and intelligence. They require – and deserve – the very best of actors. That they find them in Day-Lewis, Manville and Krieps is the great fortune of Phantom Thread and of everyone who watches the film.