Saturday, May 14, 2011

A Look Back On: PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE


Punch-Drunk Love (2002)
Written and Directed by Paul Thomas Anderson
95 minutes
- Adam Sandler
-Emily Watson
- Philip Seymour Hoffman






Do you like to smile? Do you like to have certain adjectives describing your smile such as big, warm, and goofy? Wouldn't you like to have a certain something to brighten your day and put this said big, warm or goofy smile on your face? For me, it's P. T. Anderson's Punch-Drunk Love, a movie that throws away all cynicism and judgement and fills itself with one magical word: Joy.

The first installment of A Look Back On takes a trip in the odd, awkward, comical and sincere love story of entrepreneur Barry Egan. Barry, the owner of a business that sells plungers, is an introvert. Barry is the only brother of seven sisters who, like most siblings, tend to give him a hard time. When one of his sisters tries to introduce Barry to one of her girl friends, he declines in a small panic. That night Barry indulges in a gut wrenching phone-sex line call and gives all of his personal and financial information. What results is an illegal scheme to steal his money all the while Barry finds his quirky love with his sister's friend.

Barry is an interesting character that I can easily see myself in. Barry is a contradiction. He is nervous and anxious around others, but longs for a human connection. He wants to give a possible plunger buyer his home phone number, just in case he would want to reach him outside of work hours. It even takes him several minutes to actually utilize what the phone-sex line is for because he keeps distracting himself with normal small talk about himself that he desperately wants to share. Because of his anxiety he struggles with coping around normal relationships even though that is the one thing he truly wants.

Barry can also pull off some tremendous feats of human strength. He is kind of like a blue Bruce Banner. When being called "gay boy" or revealing a flaw in his character Barry goes NUTS and humorously goes HULKSMASH on glass windows and restaurant bathrooms. Seriously, its pretty awesome.
 
But having this character destroy public property and initiate in awkward but funny conversations there needs to be something more that propels this movie from a good movie to a great movie. Here are some things Punch-Drunk Love manages to pull off:

1) Getting you into the mindset of Barry.
While I already find similarities between Barry and I, the film does a great job of making it easy for me to enter Barry's emotional state. The music is a key component. Jon Brion places what seems like sand paper being scratched over holographic photos, pops and fizzes permeating the background, loud cymbal crashes and horn rises. All of this surrounds Barry during his encounters with people. One good example is a frenetic scene when Barry is finally introduced to his sister's friend Lena. It's easy to imagine the panic in Barry when he is beginning to struggle with his newly formed problem with the phone-sex line, his sister's forceful introduction to him of his "possible date" and work related accidents, but the music pushes you further into the chaotic mindset Barry currently is in.

The camera work is also something to take notice of. The camera moves quickly, turns swiftly, never steady.You can't help but feel his anxiety and panic which really is a good start when nearing the second half the movie when it...

2)  Excrets (gross) Joy through every scene.
After all the anxiety and panic that Punch-Drunk Love puts you through in the first half, all of it fades away when Barry's love story barrels down in full force. There is so much happiness going on. Barry decides to leave for Hawaii to surprise Lena.(You must watch the clip to understand my gooey rambling.) I mean...look at the earnestness in his walk! "Can you take me to where the beaches and the hotels are? Oh and a phone?" Oh man! My smile! "He needs me He needs me. But I do! But He does!" Oh he wants to find her so bad! He can't handle the heckling from his sister! But's it's ok. We know its from a good place. The light on the telephone booth lights up when he hears her talk! They both are excited to hear each other! How lovely! He can't stop from asking her questions, he wants to know so much about her! Look at her strutting towards him! Oh he's so awkward! Aw, he's going for the handshake. But wait! They have the most DELIGHTFUL EMBRACE ONE CAN IMAGINE. Excuse me. My cheeks need a rest. They hurt to much FROM SMILING LIKE A DAMNED DROOLING GOOBER.

I realize that that was a very unprofessional analysis on how P. T. Anderson employs a thematically appropriate song, character interactions and cinematography to emphasize the joyful experience Barry is having. My brain just can't handle all of the joy my inner being fills up with. And being forced into all the anxiety and the panic stricken state of being, when the eager anticipation and the lovingly innocent relationship show up, it washes over you like cold water in a hot summer day.


3) It is unrelentingly not cynical. 
For all I know, my generation should be called Generation Irony. Our entertainment is filtered through an ironic pit of reality shows ("Jersey Shore is so good because it's so bad.") and music ("I just bought Rebecca Black's Friday because it's so bad.") but what Punch-Drunk Love does so well is takes all of that away and puts in quirky people doing strange things and saying odd things to each other with no hint of irony or judgement. The film loves Barry and his faults. It loves the idea that his relationship with Lena is not a normal one. In a world growing up with judgmental bigotry and criticism of the odd, Punch-Drunk Love is one of the most fun and honest film watching experiences I've had had in a long time.

Punch-Drunk Love, for me, will always put a smile on my face. But WARNING. It is not for everyone. If you hate dimples, facial wrinklage, laughter, strained rip cages, more laughter, a loving honesty and joy, then just, you know, don't watch it I guess.

REDEMPTION POINT: 1
 

Friday, May 13, 2011

My Attempt at Introducing Myself and My Blog: Here's the Beef


I’ve never been good at introducing myself. 

Listen.
I have this hobby. This hobby of mine doesn’t warrant heavy exercise, collecting obscure items, or hands on recreations of San Francisco’s  famous spots with toothpicks.  

My hobby is watching movies. I sit. I watch. But where others might think movies is just a form passing the time, they are much more for me. I marvel.  I question. I yearn. It's horrible. I share extremely close personal connections to certain movies that it's nauseating. My obsession with film is getting to the point where I almost can't carry on a normal conversation without referencing movies.

But it's not much of a hobby. Even though I love watching movies I can't help but escape the idea that I am just sitting for two hours staring at a bright television screen that is slowly but effectively ruining my eyes. 
This is where my blog comes in. 

After viewing a film, instead of keeping my thoughts to myself and obsessing over them, why not share my feelings on new films, and reiterate my love for the always returnable cherished ones. Shine the light on the overlooked, the misunderstood, and the experimental. 

Hopefully, by doing that I can feel a sense of redemption. Maybe I won't feel so guilty about molding the couch to form the shape of my butt. Maybe I can evolve my analytical skills through writing more about films. Maybe I can begin to write more better and maybe realize that "more better" is definitely not a good start. And maybe, what my ultimate goal is, just maybe I can reveal to others why film is so great and create more film lovers for the world.

So this is it. My redemption begins.

My attempts at introducing myself and my blog: The Prolouge

ATTEMPT 1
 Hi my name is Mark and this is a blog I am doing.

ATTEMPT 2
I am starting a blog and this is my blog. Hello I am Mark. 

ATTEMPT 3
Bonjour all! This is Me! Mark! And this is my somewhat blog!

ATTEMPT 4
Hello All! My name is Mark and this is my blog! Say hi blog!
B: ...
Aw, don't be shy blog!
B: ...
C'mon! Who's a good blog?
B: ...
Whoooo's a goood blog?!
B: ... Shut it.
What?
B: Shut the HELL up.
...BAD BLOG. BAD.
B: ... 
Get in your kennel blog!
B: You are such a pencil dick.
At least I have a dick, you crusty whore!
B: ...
...
B: ...
I'm sorry blog.
B: Why create me and bring me into this self destructive world? Why, Mark? WHY?!
I know it was wrong blog, I know.
B: I HATE it.

(Another iteration of this conversation goes like this: 
Hello All! I'm Mark and this is my blog! Say hi blog!
B: ...
Go ahead blog. They are waiting for you.
B: ...
Blog?
B: Blogs don't talk asshole.
Don't you sass me! Get in our kennel or I'll get the lemon juice spray bottle!)

ATTEMPT 5
PurpleeyesneedtojoinademonsoulandKILLTHEPRESIDENTsothelakecouldcatchadogandWITHANICEPICKthenwecamearoundyouthandrevolutionTOTHEEYEBALLwithjuices.
(I closed my eyes and used my fingers like a Ouija board hoping something creative would come out of it. You are to judge if it was successful or not. My fingers didn't like the space bar.)