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22 December 2023
WHERE OUR MADCAP MAN OF THE HOUR GOES POSTAL AND GETS FRANK WITH KNUCKLEHEADS IN HIGH PLACES.
This month Frank wrote to director P.T. ANDERSON.
Dear Mr. Anderson,
Let me congratulate you on your film, Punch-Drunk Love. It is truly an astounding achievement in the tradition of your other films, Magnolia and Boogie Nights. The dizzying camera work, coupled with the abstract soundtrack and unique storytelling techniques, really allowed me to experience the disorienting and disconcerting mind of Adam Sandler's character, Barry Egan.
Speaking of Mr. Sandler, I'd also like to send a little praise your way for transforming him into something beyond what we, the viewing public, are used to. Imagine my surprise when you transformed him from his usual role of a bumbling, retarded man-child given to bouts of psychotic violence, into that of a finely-nuanced, bumbling, retarded man-child given to bouts of psychotic violence. Quite an accomplishment.
As previously mentioned, I also loved the soundtrack. Using that Shelly Duvall song from the cringe-inducing, flop musical version of Popeye was inspired. As a child, I used to fantasize about either traveling back in time and killing Ms. Duvall in the womb before she could ever grow up to sing that wretched, eardrum-shattering song, or stabbing myself in the ears until I could hear only the blood running from the sides of my head. Now I am thankful neither scenario came to pass-- especially since you repeated the chorus over and over again in such a wonderful manner.
Finally, kudos to you for continuing to scoff at all traditional notions of good storytelling and character development. I sometimes feel that my own life doesn't present me with enough horrible reality and debilitating depression, so I always welcome the chance to shell out $9 to watch a bunch of miserable, unlikable characters on the screen. There really is nothing better than leaving a movie feeling suicidal, angry, and hopelessly disappointed. I don't care if Joe Blow on the street thinks you are a pretentious, over-hyped asshole, and your movies are a bunch of critic pandering swill-- I still think you're tops.
Your biggest fan,
Frank Putzerelli
DO YOU KNOW A PERSON OR COMPANY THAT YOU THINK FRANK SHOULD WRITE TO? IF SO, EMAIL HIM AT FRANK@TLCHICKEN.COM
This month Frank wrote to director P.T. ANDERSON.
Dear Mr. Anderson,
Let me congratulate you on your film, Punch-Drunk Love. It is truly an astounding achievement in the tradition of your other films, Magnolia and Boogie Nights. The dizzying camera work, coupled with the abstract soundtrack and unique storytelling techniques, really allowed me to experience the disorienting and disconcerting mind of Adam Sandler's character, Barry Egan.
Speaking of Mr. Sandler, I'd also like to send a little praise your way for transforming him into something beyond what we, the viewing public, are used to. Imagine my surprise when you transformed him from his usual role of a bumbling, retarded man-child given to bouts of psychotic violence, into that of a finely-nuanced, bumbling, retarded man-child given to bouts of psychotic violence. Quite an accomplishment.
As previously mentioned, I also loved the soundtrack. Using that Shelly Duvall song from the cringe-inducing, flop musical version of Popeye was inspired. As a child, I used to fantasize about either traveling back in time and killing Ms. Duvall in the womb before she could ever grow up to sing that wretched, eardrum-shattering song, or stabbing myself in the ears until I could hear only the blood running from the sides of my head. Now I am thankful neither scenario came to pass-- especially since you repeated the chorus over and over again in such a wonderful manner.
Finally, kudos to you for continuing to scoff at all traditional notions of good storytelling and character development. I sometimes feel that my own life doesn't present me with enough horrible reality and debilitating depression, so I always welcome the chance to shell out $9 to watch a bunch of miserable, unlikable characters on the screen. There really is nothing better than leaving a movie feeling suicidal, angry, and hopelessly disappointed. I don't care if Joe Blow on the street thinks you are a pretentious, over-hyped asshole, and your movies are a bunch of critic pandering swill-- I still think you're tops.
Your biggest fan,
Frank Putzerelli
DO YOU KNOW A PERSON OR COMPANY THAT YOU THINK FRANK SHOULD WRITE TO? IF SO, EMAIL HIM AT FRANK@TLCHICKEN.COM
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issue
vol 5 - issue 03 (nov 2002)
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stories