It has been my experience that there are two types of people in the world: those who love Magnolia, and those that don't (and the ones that don't, man, they really don't). I fall into the first category, and I'm still occasionally surprised by the people who will come out of the 'Magnolia closet' as either a fan or someone who just ''doesn't get what all the fuss was about". Now I'm not going to spend the next couple of paragraphs defending Anderson's flick, but it does feel like I'm forever trying to explain just what I think is so fascinating about a film centered on the intersecting lives of a group of damaged individuals living in the San Fernando Valley.
So it really doesn't matter what you tell me about how ridiculous you thought it was when the frogs fell from the sky, or that Anderson is an overindulgent director, or even that Cruise was just playing himself. Nothing will diminish my love for this movie that is in equal turns funny and heartbreaking, hopeful and cynical -- and, not to mention, it allowed me to say a phrase that I will (most) likely never say again: Tom Cruise really did deserve that Oscar.
After the jump: why I love Wise Up and one of my favorite movie openings of all time...