Movie Review: “Inherent Vice”

vice“Inherent Vice” is a stoner “Chinatown” as directed by Wes Anderson, if Wes got sick midway through it and the darker Paul Thomas Anderson took over for the last acts.
Actually, only one Anderson — Paul Thomas (“The Master,” “There Will Be Blood”) — tried to wrestle Thomas Pynchon’s comic novel about drugs, detectives, disappearances and dentists into a film. He manages some deliriously off-center performances, daft writerly pronouncements and a plot that almost defies summary.
“As clear as the vodka you keep in the icebox!”
But it’s also stupidly long. “Vice” is the first real patience-tester from a director who typically works “long,” a muddle of amusing conceits and aimless, infuriating randomness.
Joaquin Phoenix is the detective in this mystery, but Doc is unlike any gumshoe the movies have ever seen. Yeah, the PI gets a complicated assignment from a dame, an ex-girlfriend.
But Doc Sportello’s challenges aren’t just hateful, hamfisted cops, foolish Feds, shady drug traffickers and bikers. Doc’s biggest challenge may be his sobriety. He has a dazed, word-slurring “Can I trust what my eyes are seeing?” way about him. With wolfman sideburns and glazed eyes and a collection of Woodstock Era pants, vests, shirts and Army jackets, Doc is on the cusp of the hippy drug culture/”straight” America divide of 1970.
The Feds, cops and other straights may not trust him.
But “I’m only a LIGHT smoker,” he protests between joints.
From his side of the generation gap, people flock to his doctor’s office detective agency, people like Shasta (Katherine Waterston), an old flame caught on the horns of a blackmail dilemma, or Coy (Owen Wilson), a sax-playing surf musician and snitch wondering how the family he had to abandon is doing.
Josh Brolin is the cop they call “Bigfoot,” a two-fisted thug who labels himself a “Renaissance detective.” Sure, he confuses “descendent” for “decedent” when talking about dead people, but he’s a veteran at “civil rights violations” and takes a swipe at Doc every time they meet.
Benicio del Toro, ironically delivering the most coherent line-readings of his mumbling career, is Doc’s dockside lawyer.
The script, ostensibly a search for a missing L.A. developer (Eric Roberts), is peppered with hookers, hippies, runaway heiresses, ex convicts and the occasional coke-addict dentist (Martin Short).
Anderson keeps these various juggled balls in the air for 90 minutes or so, scoring Pynchon points about the breadth of the culture divide of 1970 — every pot smoker is a “fiend” to the straights –and landing Pynchon laughs. Note how loopy everyone’s name is — Puck, Sauncho, Japonica, Dr. Blatnoyd, etc.
But Anderson loses his way, failing to thin out the novel and its overload of characters, piling scene upon scene that neither amusingly complicates the plot, nor advances it.
Phoenix, however, is never less than fun as a private eye who never seems to collect payment from anybody, whose case notes are nonsensical and whose grasp of all the confusion around him is no firmer than ours. Pairing him with Wilson is one of the great moments in screen stoner history.
“I don’t know what I just saw.”
“Me neither. I don’t know if I WANNA know.”
Bit players like Elaine Tan (as a masseuse whose unprintable “specials” she happily demonstrates to Doc) make an impression. Reese Witherspoon has a glorified cameo as a buttoned-down assistant DA whose wild side involves catting around with Doc. And Joanna Newsom, as a wholesome hippy narrator, gets most of the best lines.
Still, there’s no sense making more of “Inherent Vice” than it is. Because in the end, it’s about 90 minutes of narrative and an indulgent, meandering final hour that makes almost no sense at all.

MPAA Rating: R for drug use throughout, sexual content, graphic nudity, language and some violence
Cast: Joaquin Phoenix, Josh Brolin, Reese Witherspoon, Owen Wilson, Katherine Waterston, Benicio Del Toro, Maya Rudolph, Jena Malone
Credits: Written and directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, based on the Thomas Pynchon novel. A Warner Brothers release.
Running time: 2:28

About Roger Moore

Movie Critic, formerly with McClatchy-Tribune News Service, Orlando Sentinel, published in Spin Magazine, The World and now published here, Orlando Magazine, Autoweek Magazine
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1 Response to Movie Review: “Inherent Vice”

  1. keith7198 says:

    Interesting review. I know that PTA is automatic win for many people but I’ve always been pretty mixed on his work. You mentioned the word “indulgent” in your last sentence. I think it sums up a lot of his work.

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