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Review: Master Gardener

Master Gardner opens with the quintessential Paul Schrader image: a character in an otherwise empty room hunched over a writing desk, scribbling in a journal. That’s the entire film in a nutshell, really: the director’s stylistic trademarks and thematic obsessions distilled to their purest forms, leaving behind no trace of excess fat or bloat.



The movie’s efficient, economical, methodical visual language resembles the gardens described by the frequent voiceover narration. The eponymous horticulturalist strives to sculpt botanical spectacles that simulate the spontaneity of nature through meticulously controlled cultivation and selective pruning. The setting that he inhabits is likewise rigid and inflexible, defined by oppressively symmetrical framing and shot compositions that stand in stark contrast to the chaotic subtext lurking beneath the story’s surface—a compellingly contradictory marriage of technical precision and narrative ambiguity. Our protagonist is haunted by dark memories; the intricate tattoos scrawled across his flesh serve as a permanent reminder of his shameful history of bigotry and bloodshed. The inherent tension between the relatively peaceful existence that he now enjoys and his desire to atone for his past sins lends the central conflict a pervasive atmosphere of inevitability: just as a seed must take root and a flower needs to bloom, so too is this latest incarnation of the “God’s Lonely Man” archetype inexorably propelled towards violence—the ultimate act of redemption.


Master Gardener is, in short, the epitome of transcendental cinema: elegantly simple, deliciously subtle, and sublimely minimalistic.

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