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 I used the outdated term “cineplay,” because the film has that feel.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.