The cinematography by Robert Elswit is nicely distilled and
detached in a Kubrickian manner. Every shot is pale, white, and sanitized,
revealing little and obscuring all. This is matched wonderfully by Jon Brion’s hyper,
evocative original score that speaks volumes to the inner state of Barry.
Sandler’s performance is understated with bursts of violence and rage, but more
often than not it’s a minimally drawn upon slate where every slight muscle
movement says so much of the deep struggles in Barry’s troubled mind.
Barry appears to be plucked out of his stupor by a friend of
his sister. However, Emily Watson who plays Barry’s love interest Lena Leonard
isn’t a manic pixie dream girl. Though she finds something worthwhile in
damaged, awkward, unstable Barry, there’s hints that she’s a tad fucked up
herself (that whole scene where they’re having sex and saying things like, “I
want to smash your skull in”, as if that’s the most sincere, heartfelt pillow
talk, is deeply disturbing).
Paul Thomas Anderson continues to produce striking films.
While Punch Drunk Love is much more
low-key and personal than Anderson’s other works including Boogie Nights, There Will Be
Blood, and Magnolia it remains
quite unlike any other film out there. His films are visually bold, thematically
rich, and filled with great performances, and Punch Drunk Love is no exception. While Punch Drunk Love is more
slight and less imposing than these other films, it’s still an interesting
character study with an improbably great performance from Sandler that’s filled
with Anderson’s typically unique, memorable visual and stylistic choices.
Grade: B+

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