I saw Punch Drunk Love at its second screening at the Toronto International Film festival. The idea that Adam Sandlar was starring in a film where he was require to play a dramatic role, piqued my interest, in fact it darn right had me intrigued. So I sat down in a really uncomfortable seat at the Elgin and Winter Garden Theater, and loved every minute of it. Unlike, Magnolia, Punch Drunk Love runs at a brisk 90 minutes, but it still runs like a snail. It's the kind of film that keeps you wondering, because as you stare at luminous images that pass by your eyes, you wonder is there more to this? Am I missing something? There is no doubt in my mind that this film has many, many, many layers of metaphors and hidden meanings, that you can't see in one watch. Paul Thomas Anderson does an superb job of writing and directing something that I have never seen before, an independent spirited and experimental film with a lot of heart, done right inside the Hollywood system. It has the greatest ending line of any movie I have seen this year, but I won't spoil it. Adam Sandlar made me cry, a tall order for a guy who has only been able to make me laugh sometimes. Phillip Seymour Hoffman does an amazing job here, proving once more that he is one of the best character actors around today. So long and thanks for this film!
Review of Punch-Drunk Love
