I was watching Punch Drunk Love the other night, and while I passed out and woke up intermittently throughout due to how epically stressful, loud, and abrupt every character is in that movie, I somehow managed to get some shuteye. It was a mix of Shelley Duvall’s “He Needs Me,” slowly caressing me into a deep slumber and the insanity of Barry Egan’s infamous impromptu tantrums bashing through that kept me out of my much-needed REM phase.
Who Is In Your Credit Sequence?
Who Is In Your Credit Sequence?
Who Is In Your Credit Sequence?
I was watching Punch Drunk Love the other night, and while I passed out and woke up intermittently throughout due to how epically stressful, loud, and abrupt every character is in that movie, I somehow managed to get some shuteye. It was a mix of Shelley Duvall’s “He Needs Me,” slowly caressing me into a deep slumber and the insanity of Barry Egan’s infamous impromptu tantrums bashing through that kept me out of my much-needed REM phase.