The Master

You don't make up for your sins in Church, you make up for them in the streets, the rest is bullshit and you know it.

i. The Master

The Master is a shyster. In  some respects he has to be, at least it is what is expected of him. You see, he is the figurehead of some kind of faith but his faithfuls have no time for faith. Because of this he shrouds the faith with a scientific rhetoric much like Freud did with psychology. Therefore, his faith becomes something closer to an outright pack of lies. That is what his faithfuls want and though there may be no actual difference hither to thither between faith and a pack of lies there is a profound shift in intent and a large disparity between what either is worth. The master is being paid to tell a pack of lies, not develop any kind of faith. Nobody actually believes in him, nobody actually likes him. It is safe to say that he doesn't have a friend in the world.
 The master is essentially a phoney medium. It is not the psychic who forges a link to the realm of the dead, if there is such a place, but the client who does so- they just need a shyster with vim and vigour enough to seem half way convinced. Someone that they can kid themselves that they can be certain about. Uncertainty is a large responsibility.
  Now, there is an inherent paradox crucial to belief, that it is a belief, you do not know. Belief regardless of belief, in other words. Faith is a technical term, not a divine one. Fundamentalism is the coward's way out. Yet that is what the master's faithfuls want. It is what he serves them in big steaming piles of appropriations of absolute certainties. He has been plied with money and it has rendered him worthless for he is untrue. Whether or not he believes what he is saying is probably as irrelevant as whether Jesus Christ believed what he was saying. What matters is whether his words have any worth. The master's words have none, and there's a lot of them.

ii. Freddie Quell

Freddie is a lost boy. He starts The Master on a desert island. He builds a naked woman out of sand. At first it is a half joke but later we see him lying earnestly with his sand woman. There's a phrase about building your house on sand or something, a lack of foundation, he is building his relation to humanity on it. It is safe to say that he doesn't have a friend in the world.
  Freddie's major talent is brewing moonshine. He can make it out of near enough anything (I wish i could do that). It is intrinsic. It is also potent. There is an old man who looks like his father, so he tells him, who poisons himself on it badly. It is partly the moonshine which sets up his friendship with the master. The master is a big fan of it, it is something to actually get intoxicated on afterall. The master finds Fredddie in general to be a hoot and a good laugh.
  The master in turn embarks on putting Freddie through his program, or process, or whatever it is he calls it. Freddie likes it, he has to answer a lot of questions about himself, it is likely a long time since anyone has taken an interest. Afterall, he's a lost boy. The programming has something to do with reawakening, so called. Freddie is not susceptible to the delusion, he doesn't really want it. He doesn't want anything from the master. Because of this some minutely wonderful happens through it.
  The master is holding a symposium to coincide with the publication of his latest tome and during it he tell his faithfuls something quite true (quite true to be understood in its full contradictory/ non contraictory nature). He tells  his faithfuls that the secret is laughter. This may not be a certainty but at least it is meant and in that sense it is quite true. It's a revelation. He even takes some steaming absolutisms out of his book. His faith is becoming less bullheadedly false and more like a faith. His faithfuls do not like this but he is not pandering to them in this instance and finally he says something of some worth. And who is it that he finds a hoot and a good laugh? It is Freddie Quell. Freddie helps the master find some worth in himself and the master is the first person to recognise a worth in Freddie. I took that photograph he earnestly tells a woman, pointing to a photograph of the master adorning a pamphlet later on in The Master.
  The most touching scene in The Master is when Freddie returns from spending a few days in the slammer. The master has a mid afternoon half drunk on, sitting on a porch, he is unenthused, whoops, nearly! he says to a little girl after she falls of her scooter just for something to do. Then Freddie returns. He is happy to see him. If he were a little doggy you would be able to see his little tail wagging. Freddie is not expecting this, he has been silly and expects some sort of rebuke. He does not expect anybody ever to be happy to see him in general. The master likewise does not expect anybody ever to be happy to see him but Freddie is happy to see him also. It is a revelation. They have a jovial tussle.

iii.  Cor'

There is a strange quality to The Master though it is not a strange film. It is quite commonplace really. Except this, it is a bit pointless. At first this may be a little disconcerting. However, a sphere does not have a point. Nor does an apple but it does have a core. So does The Master. At it's core is something like love. I would call this something like redemption. Now redemption goes both ways, someone has to slightly mend themself/ be more like themself and someone else has to slightly mend themself/ be more themself to recognise this.
  Through Freddie the master has someone who recognises a worth in him and so can recognise it back, reflected. Through the master Freddie has someone who recognises that he has a worth in him for the first time in his life and so he can see it back, reflected. They both flourish in this sort of mirror. And though their association ends severed there is an ethereal permanence left by the impact it has. And though they may go back to their old way they will go back differently, redeemed in some aspects.
  It is this core of redemption which is what I believe to be The Master's worth. Redemption is, afterall, worth something like believing in. What will survive of us is love. No?