Critics and self appointed film experts exalt in orgasmic paroxysms of rhapsodic joy and ecstasy over Day-Lewis. They wax poetic about his unique incomparable ability to lose himself in a character. They claim his sublime magnificent performance rendered them speechless in open-mouthed amazement. Despite all the hyperbole, I remain much more impressed with Billy Bob Thornton in Slingblade than DDL in There Will Be Blood. "mommy, I just swallowed a thesaurus"