Excerpt: Nuevo trabajo colosal de Paul Thomas Anderson, que propone un mastodonte de dos horas y media totalmente hipnótico, denso, hilarante, genial. Su ritmo y desarrollo no es para todos, claro, pero quien lo disfrute lo hará de verdad. Obligada.
Excerpt: Inherent Vice may be massive and ponderous and undoubtedly an “art film,” but it’s also likely to ignite an obsessive cult of multiple viewings similar to that of Lebowski. By equally satisfying intellectuals and eager aesthetes, it has already secured its place in the culture, not to mention a spot on the list of movies that will inspire the next generation of film school students.
Excerpt: The idea of a barefoot gumshoe is sort of intrinsically nauseating (although what a good title it would have been), but the main character in “Inherent Vice” is stoned most of the time, so maybe he doesn’t actually care. Based on the bestseller by Thomas Pynchon, this genre-bender from “Boogie Nights” director Paul Thomas Anderson takes the film noir private eye story and projects it through a haze of cannabis-fueled sixties’ pop culture references so thick you’re likely to get a contact high.
Excerpt: Inherent Vice neglects Anderson’s theme of master-pupil relationships, perhaps because The Master signalled a natural end to them, all the better to concentrate on his twinned rivals and doppelgangers, another constant refrain in his work. Equally, Inherent Vice’s official status as comedy, however uneasy, suddenly gives new dimension to the farcical impulses throughout his films.
Excerpt: Inherent Vice has its fair share of critics who shake their heads in bewilderment and consider the entire venture over-rated. Not so. I say embrace the weird, marvel at the gall, and get your kicks where you can brother man.
Excerpt: Word on the street is that Paul Thomas Anderson’s deliberately hazy and cockeyed but undeniably frustrating “Inherent Vice” gets better with multiple viewings. Unless the screenplay miraculously changes the second time around, once was enough.
Excerpt: Paul Thomas Anderson is saved from himself by cult author Thomas Pynchon. After the irritably pretentious ‘There Will Be Blood’ and ‘The Master’, his adaptation of Pynchon’s ‘Inherent Vice’ proves to be an atmospheric, pleasurably undogmatic neo noir in the vein of Altman’s ‘The Long Goodbye’.
Excerpt: By turns wondrous and frustrating, engaging and distant, “Inherent Vice” isn’t a journey everyone is going to want to take, but it is one hell of a trip, even if you’re not always certain why you’re on it.
Excerpt: Anderson’s Inherent Vice, however, is like a Jenga game of adaptation. Pull one block from the bottom and put it on the top, and the film wobbles with zanily gutsy architecture and, despite itself, it actually works.