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?
This is quite the weekend for the Best Actress category of whatever awards ceremony you choose to follow with bated breath. After Julianne Moore’s tour de force as a woman slowly losing herself to Alzheimer’s in Still Alice, Reese Witherspoon takes her shot at the title with her portrayal of a woman trying to put herself back together.