Greenaway has always filled each minute to the brim of pompous splendor, with this film he raises the flamboyance just above the dialect of the films' pictorially striking composition. With enough richness to bite into, and enough sharpness for it to bite back. Simultaneously a perceptual sumptuous feast, and a cunningly macabre pummel into that very feast. Leaving a blistered, scorched yet magnetically merry intrigue. A bruise with a peculiar relief.

I have attempted to motivate my penis, educate it, pull it, shape it into an evocative force that could compliment my existence and not humiliate it. Marquis presents one of the most heartfelt cinematic relations, Marquis and his artistically gratifying and supportive penis.

AHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! AH! AH! AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGAHAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you listen to these words?! The intensity and absolute deranged beauty of this films' emotionally whimsical yet intense performances were some of my favourite of the year, the pinnacle being Robert Patersons' finale. Thank you very much Eggers, I love myself a great visceral scream art performance.

Punch-Drunk Love achieved many things which I believed wasn't possible for me.

It was a comedy that I laughed at, it was a film that starred Adam Sandler that I liked, it made me like Adam Sandler for one film, I perceived 40 minutes as 20 minutes, and it made random adolescent people look intimidating.

This film is so entertaining and good that it honestly highlights that not everything can be done by everyone, you have to be Paul Thomas Anderson to make these achievements.