I have not cared for any of the Adam Sandler films I have seen. They would
include "Happy Gilmore," "The Waterboy" and "The Wedding Singer." All of them
were box-office hits, not to mention "Big Daddy" and "Billy Madison." My feeling
has always been that Sandler was an untalented, uncharismatic actor who could
not make me laugh no matter how much he tried. I would occasionally flash a
smile or a mild chuckle when he did anything besides beating people to a pulp
with a golf club - perhaps, all he needed was the right guide. "Punch-Drunk
Love" has finally provided the material that Adam Sandler may have needed to
prove his comic worth.
Just the opening sequence alone dictates the unknowable fact that this is no
average Adam Sandler flick. Sandler plays Barry Egan, a toilet plunger salesman
sitting at his desk inside a giant warehouse, trying to get frequent flyer miles
from Healthy Choice products. He hears something outside the warehouse door. He
peeks out in the morning light, witnesses a car crash that is as unsettling as
any car crash I have seen in recent memory, and out of the blue, a cab drops off
a harmonium. Here we see the movie's frequent symbols of uneasy violence against
an object of beauty and simplicity. In essence, both symbols correspond with
Barry's behavioral impulses. You see Barry is something of a loner. He lives in
a bland apartment, has several sisters who call him "gay boy," refuses to go on
dates (usually set up by his sisters), has a tendency to smash things, lies then
apologizes at the most inopportune times for lying, and basically wants to be
left alone. Barry tries a phone sex service that ends up costing him more than
he bargained for. He tries to run his business but gets sidetracked by Health
Choice products and a sweetheart of a woman named Lena (the aptly cast Emily
Watson). The whole movie gets inside Barry's head so that we shift with carefree
abandon from one incident to the next, never knowing where Barry or the movie
will end up. We know at least it will end up somewhere between a violent
cathartis or some poignant note of beauty.
Director Paul Thomas Anderson ("Boogie Nights," "Magnolia") crafts his most
experimental feast yet, at a short 1 hour and forty minutes (for those who
decried the 3 hour running time of "Magnolia"). He has created a canny comic
nightmare from which Barry seems unable to escape from. Barry wants Lena and
follows her to Hawaii on a business trip (using up his frequent flyer miles),
but everything else is a distraction in his life. When Barry fidgets or feels he
is being singled out, he smashes windows, bathrooms where he can barely remove a
soap dispenser, and even people. The most fitting line in the film is when Barry
professes his love for Lena by saying, "I want to smash your face with a
sledgehammer." He doesn't mean it, but violent romantic witticisms are at the
heart of his character. Violence, in a sense, is Barry's way of saying he needs
help. Lena can calm his violent tendencies, and so can Barry's harmonium which
he can hardly play.
Okay, so this is no ordinary Adam Sandler flick as you can well see. Yet I have
not had such a good time at the movies since I can remember. "Punch-Drunk Love"
is sort of a latter-day "After Hours" with the frenetic rhythms of "Run Lola
Run" and a dose of Jacques Tati added to the mix. The result is romantic,
strange, exceedingly funny, dramatic, and completely unpredictable (who else but
P.T. Anderson could have thought of Shelley Duvall's song "He Needs Me" as a
soundtrack choice). There is no way to tell where this film is going, and
Sandler's uncharacteristic mannerisms and nervous tics make the experience
exhausting, frustrating and entertaining.
Sandler has done something he has not attempted before - his Barry is a
character study of what drives his violent and lovey-dovey urges. In the past,
we just expected Sandler to go nuts without much explanation. This time,
director Anderson provides the basis for the angry behavior. I believe
"Punch-Drunk Love" will be considered the ultimate example of lonely, angry
males in the new millenium who vent their frustrations by any means necessary.
A special note of mention is Emily Watson, one of the sweetest women in the
movies today, with puppy dog eyes and a benign smile that made me a big fan of
her work ever since "Breaking the Waves." Her role as Lena is thankless in
theory, but it does provide the window of love for Barry that he desperately
needs. I also need to mention Mary Lynn Rajskub as Barry's inquisitive sister
(she was the cell phone voice who argues with Tom Cruise in "Magnolia," and
played a blind woman in "Road Trip") who can't understand what Barry's problems
are. One nervy, tensely funny sequence is when Barry's sister follows him from
his office to outside the warehouse asking why he can't date Lena and why he
keeps so much pudding in his office. She is ideally cast as his sister and sort
of looks like Sandler.
There are so many surprises and hysterical sequences in "Punch-Drunk Love" that
it would not be fair to dwell much further into the film's story. It is also a
clever change-of-pace for Paul Thomas Anderson who continues to surprise me with
every film. He is a director to watch out for in the future. And, I never
thought I would say this, but Adam Sandler, with the right guide, may be the
sparkling star to watch out for as well.
Copyright © 2002 Jerry Saravia