One False Move. A tight little thriller. Three criminals, played by a prematurely aged Billy Bob Thornton, a chilly Michael Beach, and a preternaturally attractive Cynda Williams, commit some murders for drugs and money and flee for more rural environs. Chief of Police of said environs is a cheerfully shitkicking Bill Paxton. Some cold, brutal killings, and good performances by all involved.
Phantom Thread. Day-Lewis has an almost Malkovichian aspect to him, and plays the part with a similarly acerbic edge common to said actor's performances. Although I'm wont to think couture nothing but gross indulgence of the chronically spoiled, the film still drew me in, with the interactions, especially the arguments, offering some wonderfully sharp, hard edges to a subject otherwise written off as effete. I was impressed in spite of myself by the film. I'm a fan of Paul Thomas Anderson in a strange way, like it's against my will. Solid gold performance from Lesley Manville, between Day-Lewis' fragile anger and Vicky Krieps' stubborn persistence.