It’s all been leading up to this. After revisiting his feature filmography up to this point, it is finally time to review Paul Thomas Anderson’s newest film: Inherent Vice, based on Thomas Pynchon’s novel of the same name. Pynchon’s work has been considered unadaptable up to this point, as evidenced by the fact that no one has really tried in the last 50 years. But Paul Thomas Anderson isn’t just anyone. The filmmaker has embraced the challenge, describing his movie as a mixture of a classic noir, an Airplane!-style slapstick, and a Cheech and Chong-era stoner comedy. Does he hit that high? Or does Inherent Vice fall all over itself in a bad trip, man?
We’re so close to the end of our Paul Thomas Anderson retrospective that I can practically taste it. Unfortunately it tastes like crude oil, which isn’t something you really want in your mouth. But perhaps my taste buds are simply confused by the sensory experience that is There Will Be Blood. While the movie doesn’t come with a scratch-and-taste card, Anderson’s 2007 film is plenty immersive on its own.