A fashion designer, at the top of his game, whose god complex may be a sign of weakness. A humble waitress, initially timid, who roars like a lion through her meekness. Now imagine a romance between the two. Here's where Daniel Day-Lewis, in his last masterful presence before a very unfortunate retirement, and Lesley Manville, as the domineering sister (whom I yelled about 7 years ago), work wonders. Day-Lewis' presence notwithstanding, this reminded me of Scorsese and The Age of Innocence, and how a ruthless, unforgiving director like P.T. Anderson is able to make a film of such unimaginable delicacy.
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