WHERE HAVE I BEEN? HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS? HOW CAN I CALL MYSELF A FILM STUDENT?
So, I saw Punch Drunk Love around a month ago and I’m still pretty much bowled over. For a change, Adam Sandler doesn’t play Adam Sandler, instead he’s Barry Egan, a perpetual loner and loose cannon.
Not only for the purposefully jarring casting, Paul Thomas Anderson creates a gripping film, paradoxically through how discomforting it is. Unorthodox lighting and a uniquely cerebral soundtrack come together in a fantastic, Fellini-like way. Yeah, I really went there, and I’m not going back on that. Not yet anyway. It’s the biggest surprise-like of the year so far.
As a PTA film, it ranks second to There Will Be Blood, but it’s certainly better than the tiresome Magnolia. I still can’t come to terms with those frogs.
THE GOOD: The claustrophobic, menacing, Jon Brion soundtrack.
THE BAD: The claustrophobic, menacing, Jon Brion soundtrack (it hurts in Dolby and blew one of my speaker tweeters).