“I can’t keep doing this on my own, with these….people,” laments Daniel Plainiew, midway through Paul Thomas Anderson’s latest film. That final word, “people,” tumbles out of Daniel Day-Lewis’ mouth like a piece of sour meat, rotting and foul-tasting. It’s a defining moment for his character: as far as he’s concerned, people are just no damn good. The problem is, he’s just as much of a bastard as the rest of them. And try as…