Hard Eight? Underrated. Magnolia? Overrated. Boogie Nights? Nightmarish. Punch Drunk Love…Depends on my mood. And I won’t start on There Will Be Blood, a modern fuck-us-all masterpiece if we ever deserved one (and the most unlikely metaphysical spawning ground for catchphrases I’ve ever witnessed). At the very least Paul Thomas Anderson and his canon are good for sparking a worthy midnight diner debate, and now Esquire has thrown a few gallons of unleaded onto the fire with their recent profile.
For fans and nemeses alike, it’s a good yarn.
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