I believe that The Master was a victim of studio mishandling. What should have been treated as a prestige picture for the Holiday season was pushed up to September and buried alive in wide release, all so Harvey Weinstein could promote his extremely overrated Silver Linings Playbook (of which its success puzzles me, as it's just a generic romantic comedy with a creepy pairing that could never work in real life).
In the right hands, the film could have been an enormous success at the box office and brought in audiences that rarely see movies. But instead, we will continue to punish ambition because it requires audiences to think and it's not glamorous.
Why should we continue to award mediocrity while the greats (the fact that Joaquin Phoenix isn't the front-runner for Best Actor and Paul Thomas Anderson was completely snubbed for his masterpiece) get ignored? Hollywood has become a depressing place as of late.
In short, congratulate the filmmakers and not the gossip columnists and online fanboys.
Warner’s DVD includes 16:9 transfers, 5.1 soundtracks, unaired scenes, a gag reel, a series retrospective, a prequel audiobook download and other goodies essential for series fans.
Does it contain Stephanie Savage and Josh Schwartz apologising profusely for the last two episodes? ("The Revengers" features some of the most hilariously bad scoring I've ever heard in the climax, and the big reveal of who Gossip Girl is in the final episode makes NO. SENSE. AT ALL.)
Meanwhile, the far superior Pretty Little Liars just got dropped by its UK broadcaster. There ain't no justice.
I never got the appeal of Gossip Girl. It was just The O.C. (which in turn was a ripoff of Beverly Hills 90210) in New York.
Josh Schwartz is a hack and I'm amazed that he was allowed so much power in television. Thankfully, his time seems to be running out with Gossip Girl over and his theatrical directorial debut (Fun Size) bombing.