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I finally got to see it today, and really didn't see it as much of a comedy. My only problem was that so much fo the movie seemed to not be there...I would have loved an entire movie about the phone sex line being run out of a mattress store...or the odd accidents at the beginning of the movie...or the seven sisters who torment him constantly...or the whole pudding idea...
PT Anderson's movies always seem to me like a good Dickens novel, filled with rich characters and strange, yet real situations. The look of the movie was wonderful as well, with the color dissolves between major portions of the movie, the maze-like confining of the apartment building, the starkness of his apartment. But, to be honest, the scene where they get together in Hawaii, everyone walking by in silouette and him going to shake hands and being embraced was a heart-breakingly beautiful looking peice fo film, worth the price of admission right there.
I have always hated Adam Sandler because I don't find his stock character funny in any way...this movie shows me that it's OK for me to think that way because, in the end, it's not funny. It's a little scary and a little sad. And THAT is why the movie worked. |
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