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Joaquin Phoenix can leave Hollywood-- as long as he comes back

Critic's Notebook: Joaquin Phoenix's deep performance in 'The Master' is the latest proof that he must remain an actor, even if he doesn't want to play the Hollywood game. He's that good.

October 24, 2012|By Betsy Sharkey, Los Angeles Times Film Critic
  • Joaquin Phoenix stars in "The Master."
Joaquin Phoenix stars in "The Master." (Phil Bray, Weinstein Co. )

It's easy to get lost in the physicality Joaquin Phoenix brings to the role of the disturbed and disturbing World War II Navy vet Freddie Quell in Paul Thomas Anderson's "The Master," a performance being talked up as a possible awards contender despite the film's box-office struggles, and despite the shrugging indifference Phoenix has shown about winning anything for it.

His chest creates an almost concave hollow around Quell's bruised heart, shoulders raised as if in a constant state of anxiety, the eyes furtive, the hands resting on his waist, elbows askew. It is as if he is holding on for dear life and at the same time ready to take flight. So much trouble resides in that body.

But the physical is only one aspect of the enigma that resides inside the character — and the actor.

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Phoenix goes to such dark places so unflinchingly in "The Master" that I couldn't shake the image, or the essence of Freddie Quell after I left the theater, and knew it would be a long time before I could. Freddie Quell resonated deeply in another way entirely — he brought Phoenix, one of our greatest actors, back to the movies. I thought we had lost him.

He certainly seemed lost when I caught him on "Late Night With David Letterman" in 2009 not long after he announced he would stop acting and start rapping. It sounded crazy, and on Letterman, he looked crazy — his suit had all the style of a thrift-store loaner, his hair was a matted mess, his responses monosyllabic.

The show aired about the same time that his finely etched turn opposite Gwyneth Paltrow in the twisted romance of "Two Lovers" was making its way into theaters across the country. As Leonard, the suicidal bachelor who falls for Paltrow's troubled beauty, Phoenix appeared in complete control. It was a small but nicely burnished film from director James Gray, who has been something of a creative safe haven for Phoenix over the years, and is directing the actor again in 2013's "Nightingale" with Jeremy Renner and Marion Cotillard.

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Phoenix's rap phase — whether real or a hoax as the actor now claims — was chronicled in "I'm Still Here," the 2010 "documentary" directed by friend/brother-in-law/actor/co-conspirator Casey Affleck. In truth, the film felt bizarrely confessional for such a private person. It's one of the most intimate video diaries of a breakdown we've seen on screen. And I say that in a world of Honey Boo Boos and Jersey housewives, where nothing is sacred. The drugs, the rage, the hookers, the creative obsession and the chip on his shoulder — "I feel a lot of judgment here," he would say after trying out his rap act in a club one night —seemed all very real. So if it was a prank it just might be his best performance of bad material yet.

Jay Russell, who directed Phoenix in 2004's "Ladder 49," once said that he wished the actor would stop torturing himself, but I'm not sure that is even possible. From the beginning — his first credited role came at age 8, he will turn 38 later this month — Phoenix has set himself apart by being unsatisfied by surface scratching, turning down the troubled teen scripts that piled up after his turn in the Ron Howard comedy "Parenthood," increasingly unwilling to take those kind of roles.

Adoration and accolades have never seemed his endgame. It has always been the work, the character-creating process itself, that he needs, that sustains him.

"I want to leave a mark," he has said.

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The depths are always his destination, where the pressure is crushingly intense, where he will be pushed to the brink. For "The Yards," he bulked up, for "Return to Paradise" he starved, for "Walk the Line" he learned to play the guitar, really well. But it is the altered states of consciousness he achieves — emotional and mental — that ultimately make the character.

Indeed, inside is where Phoenix's real strength lies, that hidden landscape brought to life gives his performances an indelible quality. Consider again his comeback character of Freddie Quell in "The Master."

In Freddie, we have someone both distinctive and universal, a reflection of all the lost souls susceptible to the siren song of cults, so seductive in the hands of Philip Seymour Hoffman as the head of a Scientology-like religion. It is sobering to watch the traumatized ex-sailor go from washed-up stranger to inner circle as Hoffman's Lancaster Dodd slowly reels him in. What keeps it interesting is the undertow of resistance in Freddie that nothing can quite quell.

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