Sob sob
I tried to watch Punch-Drunk Love today. Couldn't make it past the half-hour mark. Not because it was awful, but because I was dehydrated from all the sobbing. It's one of those films that resonated. The depression, the frustration, the fear of humiliation, I understood it all. That scene where Barry silently begs for help from the dentist, then breaks down in tears, just killed me. Combine that with wonderful cinematography and pulsating erratic soundtrack, and you've got a beautiful film. Don't know if I'll ever muster up the courage to finish it though.
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profernity) wrote,
tired
