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<font size="4"><br>Punch-Drunk Love</font>
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<br>movie review by David Gurevich</font>
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<p>Paul Thomas Anderson can be liked or disliked, but he cannot be boring. From a hard-boiled <i>Hard Eight</i> to porn family saga <i>Boogie Nights</i> to the Altmanesque <i>Magnolia</i>, Anderson has been gnawing and thrashing at the familiar movie genres; his motto seems to be, <i>Anything but the Obvious</i>. Like many, I fell for the tough warmth of <i>Boogie Nights</i>, but the frenetic camera of <i>Magnolia</i> made me uncomfortable, and I was hoping that this was not what the director had in mind. Now, emboldened by the success of his previous two films, Anderson has ventured into a different genre -- comedy. Ouch. Woody Allen tried to make a musical once -- remember?
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