cults are so weird the fact there has to be a messiah who thinks he is on the path to save others, and those who badly need to be saved themselves. it's a symbiotic relationship, but a bad one. freddie quell is a veteran of war with a roomful of personal demons - he is erratic, constantly drinking to forget the past, behaving like he is a dollar short of a quarter. he drifted aimlessly until he met the (not-so)-mesmerizing lancaster dodd and his cult family on a boat, thinking he met someone who can save him from his inner troubles. freddie is not awfully smart, seemed to be easily impressed and in need of approval that he is capable of so much more. at times he gave his loyalty to lancaster - which is exactly what the group needs.
i cheered the fact that freddie can not be contained by the group methods and they gave up on him. to have a mind on your own, no matter how unsteady, is better than being a blind follower behind an equally clueless master.
both joaquin phoenix and philip seymour hoffman are intense in their approach trying to contain each other, not to mention amy adams as the master's powerful-behind-the-scene wife. darn, who is jennifer lawrence again?
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