Trying to write this mini-review has been very trying to date. For some reason, I can't seem to put into words all the small feelings and thoughts that are darting through the grayish slush of my brain, questing for nouns and adjectives to describe pure delight and laughter: words that can describe this effect of such visual inventiveness and beauty; a sweetish blend of romanticism, aggressively neurotic behavior and nostalgia, interrupted now and then by Philip Seymour Hoffman going crazy.
From start to finish, I found this one to be entirely captivating. The cast has created a mix of sympathetic characters who suffer and yearn and lash out in a dramatic and hilarious fashion. The quirky, lush and percussive score underpins the whole and gives life to the beautiful, mobile photography.
Adam Sandler is at the top of his (somewhat limited?) game. Disregard that parentheses, Sandler is phenomenal here, considering his prior roles. He insists on making us like this character, whom we would probably ridicule in real life. There is true sympathy here. Opposite Sandler, Emily Watson turns in a subtle performance as his unlikely love interest.
This film is really hard to sum up without ruining, because it is so compact and concise. I feel that by revealing one plot strand, I would weaken the entire affair. Do yourself a favor and check this out.
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