Paul Thomas Anderson picks at The Master's fur
Source: Vancouver Sun
September 13, 2012 | Katherine Monk
Paul Thomas Anderson just hit the wall. His eyelids are starting to droop over his steely blue eyes, and the five-o’clock shadow looks like a dark muzzle, slowly suffocating the man who just walked away from the Venice film festival with the majority of the hardware for his latest film, The Master.
“At this point, nothing but a nap will do,” says Anderson, who’s been holed up in a Park Hyatt hotel room for the past two hours. One of the swarming handlers looks up momentarily from her BlackBerry to offer the American auteur a cup of coffee, which he waves off with an air of fatigued frustration.
“No point in throwing good caffeine after bad.”