Or so is the title of Upton Sinclair’s legendary book that inspired the movie “There Will Be Blood,” directed by critic favorite, P.T. Anderson, who also helmed “Boogie Nights” and “Magnolia.” Anderson, it seems, channels the ghost of Stanley Kubrick by incorporating the luxurious use of silence and long, drawn-out takes. Accompanying it is the equally moody and striking score by Jonny Greenwood (aka Radiohead’s guitarist). The score, at times overshadows the movie itself, taking center stage, grating against the landscape and becoming another character in the cineplay. I used the outdated term “cineplay,” because the film has that feel. As if the curtains were lifted on the opening scene and we were sitting attentively in the plush upholstery of box seats in the confines of an ornate Victorian theater palace.

Daniel Day Lewis is virtually a one-man show here as Daniel Plainview, a greed-filled turn-of-the-century oilman hell bent on doing it “his way.” This very dark piece shows a side of humanity many would rather not confront and dares not lift the veil to uncover any lighter side. This will, no doubt, scare off throngs of popcorn-hungry hordes looking for something to follow up “Alvin and the Chipmunks,” but no matter, those looking for a movie that will move them in a profound way and that examines the malnourished spirit as it relates to its offspring will be in for a ride.

In the acting category, it would be tough for anyone to share working space with Day-Lewis, but fine performances are put in by Paul Dano as the preacher Eli Sunday and by Dillon Freasier as Plainview’s son H.W. I’m just hoping it and its spiritual cousin, “No Country for Old Men,” clean up at the Oscars. It’ll be a tough race for the two, especially with Bardem and Daniel Day-Lewis going head-to-head, but ultimately, DDL with walk home with the statuette in hand. A film with one of Hollywood’s most celebrated directors and musicians? I’m there. Indeed I was there, 100 percent.

Choice group of mid-century posters from Polish, Czech and Cuban designers, in addition to the U.S.’s own master and my personal hero, Saul Bass.

The whole collection runs some 200 posters, but this is only scratching the surface of the great work produced worldwide during this era, the last great era of commercial design.

Some of my favorites in this collection include A Coure Jole, And the Ship Sails On, Count Basie, Czarna Komedia and Medea. And of course, the legendary Bass works.

No, not because he parades around Africa, adopting babies.

No, not because he scored Angelina Jolie, but he does get big points for that.

No, not because of Fight Club or working with Guy Ritchie in Snatch or because he’s going to play John Dean in the upcoming “Dirty Tricks.”

No, not for any of those reasons, though they certainly help (or hinder, depending upon your perspective). No, Brad Pitt is cool because he is a major architecture fan and that instantly scores points in my book. He went so far as to even get his proverbial hands dirty as an apprentice in Frank Gehry’s L.A. studio. Yeah Gehry, you know, the guy who does all the wavy, metallic buildings. While there, he apparently designed a mixed-use complex in Sussex, England.

Additionally, he is a studied architecture aficionado, fan of Frank Lloyd Wright and supporter of the National Trust for Historic Preservation.

In the last year, he’s taken up his own project of building 150 low-cost, sustainable residential housing in New Orleans’ devastated 9th Ward district, in hopes of spearheading a grass-roots effort to encourage a duplicative effect.He’s also cool because he doesn’t seem too full of himself.

Yes, the African baby thing gets mocked, but at least they “innovated” it, no? He does to genuinely care about social issues, which depending upon how raised your eyebrow is, can be good or bad. Nonetheless, he manages to come across as pretty normal, accessible guy.