![]() ![]() She’s nervous, wonders if she was followed. ![]() He’s barely conscious when a vision appears in his anti-orderly beach bungalow: Shasta (Katherine Waterston), the willowy hippie chick whom he loved and who drifted off into the ether of the counterculture. The film could easily be taken as Doc’s pipe dream. He plays “Doc” Sportello, an ex-drug-dealer turned licensed hippie private-eye, and he twitches a lot under clumps of sideburn that look like sagebrush. ![]() Its slurry rhythms are set by Joaquin Phoenix, one of America’s best and slurriest actors. What they have in common is that their narratives unravel as they go along, although this one is never really raveled to begin with. stoner private-eye genre, the highest (so to speak) achievements of which are on film: Robert Altman’s take on Raymond Chandler’s The Long Goodbye and Joel and Ethan Coen’s The Big Lebowski. It’s like nothing else.Įxcept maybe the novel, which is Thomas Pynchon’s contribution to the L.A. It’s groovy, distant, funny - funny-strange and funny-ha-ha. Inherent Vice, which is set in 1970 in a beach town south of L.A., is like a gorgeous stoner art object, and maybe you need to get baked to be on its dissonant, erratic wavelength. Interstellar adds up to something, and it’s unintentionally hilarious. After two viewings, I still don’t know what Paul Thomas Anderson’s Inherent Vice adds up to, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing: Why should a movie add up to anything? It’s not a theorem. ![]()
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