Paul Thomas Anderson’s adaptation of Thomas Pynchon’s turn of the 70’s LA-set neo-noir ‘Inherent Vice’ is another richly rewarding work from ‘inarguably’ the world’s finest filmmaker. This is Anderson’s seventh feature (and just third since Punch-Drunk Love in 2002), and this is no exception to his attraction to unique projects.
The complicated and vastly-threaded narrative does require strict attention from a viewer, but at the same time it is endlessly rewarding to just relax and luxuriate in the film’s atmospheric natural high, to soak in its riches and not even stress yourself out about putting all of the pieces together. I do believe the pieces are all there somewhere, but I also believe that we aren’t really meant to connect all the dots. That’s what the surely desired repeat viewings are for. I could have done another round of this very entertaining film immediately. Read why after the jump: