Okay, I don’t love me some Adam Sandler, the way I love me some Cadbury Eggs and the way I love me some latex kitchen gloves. But his new movie, Punch-Drunk Love (I would love to see how that gets translated in the foreign markets) is definately worth seeing.

Now I should mention all the disclaimers that people mention when they stupidly say “a movie is good.”

1. You have to like PT Anderson. This movie has that terrible tension of Boogie Nights with out the despair, and the coolness of Magnolia without the length or ridiculousness. (Well, maybe a different kind of ridiculousness.)

2. You don’t have to like Adam Sandler. Seriously. I thought The Wedding Singer was cute and very non-Sandler, but I was really skeptical going into this new one. The great thing is that Anderson starts the movie off slowly enough so you can get used to looking at him, and you can get that image out of your head of him going, “I’m crazy Newspaper-Head Man! Give me some damn candy.”

Plus it’s got super-cool Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Emily Watson, and Luis Guzman, and you can’t beat that with a stick, even if you fucking tried. Anyway, maybe it’s a love or hate thing, I don’t know. Me love.

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