Love, Adam Sandler plays the role of Barry Egan in what has been called a "soulful, pained-behind-the-eyes performance a portrait of disconnected modern man" (Pierce, 2003).
So it's not just a change in scale that makes Punch-Drunk
Love seem a departure from his earlier movies, which ran longer than this one by an hour or more.
When the overwhelming nature of the Republican victory in the November midterm elections became clear, the nation's most prominent Democratic elected officials seemed to be punch-drunk
NORTHUMBERLAND stand-up club Punch-Drunk
Comedy has announced Reginald D Hunter as its biggest headliner to date for its four June gigs.
Comedy brings the best stand-up comedians to social clubs in Northumberland, and has raised over PS10,000 for a number of charities in the process.
Love Film4 9pM Incompatible kooks Adam Sandler and Emily Watson fall in love in a cringing comic misfire from Magnolia man Paul Thomas Anderson.
A side-splitting clip of the former England boss talking about FC Twente and sounding like he's auditioning for Van der Valk has had more hits than a punch-drunk
boxer since it went on YouTube.
If Italy had the advantage we'd have been punch-drunk
chasing them around as they kept the ball.
Bet Celtic fans felt like a stiff drink after another punch-drunk
Last week's winner was Damian Roberts from Wrexham who had Bill Kenwright saying: "We've no history of helping out punch-drunk
It was a dramatic, swirling, punch-drunk
game that represented the boldest and the best that English football has to offer.
BOXING historian Stuart Templeton left his nine rivals punch-drunk
when selecting Never Without Me, a 12-1 winner at Leicester, as his third choice on day three of the second heat of the Racing Post's Search For A Tipster competition.
And Liverpool fight fans who attended the dinner show at the Adelphi with Hearns last year will recall he's already a little punch-drunk
Despite never having been a big Kiss fan, I've never not remembered the band's secret name and the guy who clued me in; and when my eye fell on an adorable snapshot of Steven Shearer beaming in full regalia (black-and-white makeup, Klingon-like costume) amid the long wall of photos and photocopies that make up Scrap #2, 2003, I felt punch-drunk