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Phantom Thread Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

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7.5

  • Genre:

    Experimental

  • Label:

    Nonesuch

  • Reviewed:

    January 16, 2018

Recorded with a 60-piece orchestra, the Radiohead member’s score for Paul Thomas Anderson’s latest film is as lavish as its high-fashion, old-money backdrop.

Since the start of his career, the director Paul Thomas Anderson has exhibited an acute sense of how music can shape a film’s narrative—how cues and leitmotifs come to define not just individual scenes but the entire world being built from scratch. (The Gen-X angst of Magnolia would not be the same without Aimee Mann’s ballads, for example.) Since 2007’s There Will Be Blood, Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood has composed the music for each of Anderson's films. The collaboration between the two has only strengthened the distinctiveness of Anderson’s work: The frantic string compositions of There Will Be Blood and the stoner-rock grooves of Inherent Vice are essential to those viewing experiences. On Anderson’s latest feature film, Phantom Thread, Greenwood’s music appears across the majority of the film’s 130-minute runtime, elevating the director-composer partnership to a new level.

Set in mid-1950s London, in a world of high fashion and faded glamour, Phantom Thread is among Anderson’s most luxurious and romantic period pieces. It follows a tumultuous courtship between the renowned dressmaker Reynolds Woodcock (Daniel Day-Lewis) and a waitress and model named Alma Elsen (Vicky Krieps). Greenwood’s compositions are as lavish and lush as the film’s old-world beauty: Aided by a 60-piece orchestra, the scope of the score far exceeds his previous work for film.

Working with such an opulent backing band allows Greenwood to craft truly ornate pieces. He has said that a principal reference point was Glenn Gould’s Bach recordings—the kind of cerebral, minimalist, and “obsessive” baroque music that would fit with the film’s hifalutin mood. But there are also touches of popular jazz and big, bodacious string recordings (inspired by Ben Webster) in the background of the score, to give the film’s setting its appropriately grand feel. The resulting songs are intense and almost comically rich—the sonic equivalent of a caviar and foie gras sandwich.

This is best evidenced by the score’s strongest song and one of the film’s main themes, “House of Woodcock.” It’s the first Greenwood piece to be played in the film, and it soundtracks the morning beauty routine of Reynolds Woodcock: pirouetting piano chords and plush string arrangements move in beautiful, choreographed unison as Daniel Day-Lewis shaves, brushes his hair, and dons a crisp dress shirt. Like slipping on a gorgeous piece of clothing, hearing “House of Woodcock” will make you feel like a million bucks. The same can be said for “I’ll Follow Tomorrow,” where Greenwood’s gorgeous and melancholy piano playing accompanies a thrilling night ride in a luxury car.

But Phantom Thread is not only about beauty. The film’s narrative is even more concerned with obsession and neurosis, and Greenwood renders extravagance in claustrophobic terms. In pieces like “The Hem,” the itchiness of the fast-moving strings can feel cloying and melodramatic. On Phantom Thread, Greenwood is best when he’s subtler, which allows his music to melt into the film more easily. Take “Never Cursed,” a light, almost ethereal string composition that plays during a feverish sequence where Daniel Day-Lewis’ character falls into a hallucinatory illness as his team of seamstresses repair a wedding dress. The swooping, ghostly sadness of Greenwood’s music is pitch perfect here.

Ultimately, the biggest issue with Greenwood’s score is that its sumptuousness can be overbearing: The orchestra whacks you over the head from scene to scene as it telegraphs one emotion after another. The score can run counter to some of Phantom Thread’s most cutting points, and it vanishes during the most important scenes. So much of the film looks at how minuscule gestures, done wrong, can destroy not just routine, but tradition: A slice of toast buttered too loudly or a stitch out of place is equivalent to a disaster. If only Greenwood’s score were as attentive to that sense of restraint. Still, it is impossible to deny how ambitious this experiment is. It further proves Greenwood’s chameleonic skill as a composer—one who can jump across time and space to give sound and life to any kind of situation. As a standalone suite of songs, like a tuxedo you only dust off every now and then, it is beautiful, but only appropriate when the occasion demands it.