If you like drug movies and avoided this cheese-tastic James Woods-Sean Young movie from the 80s -- well, I don't blame you. When it came out, it looked terrible. And what's more, it is sort of terrible.
For me, the collaboration is sort of akin to working with a lyricist. There's no lyrics in the score, so you're basically working with the scenes as lyric and trying to find a way to emotionally support what's going on with that.
The Master, while also ponderous, complex, intriguing and likely to win Oscars, stands out as a profound, artistic saga brought to seething life by performances so startling they stayed with me for days afterwards.