Inherent Vice

Inherent Vice is the film adaption of a Thomas Pynchon novel. When private eye Doc Sportello's ex-old lady suddenly out of nowhere shows up with a story about her current billionaire land developer boyfriend whom she just happens to be in love with, and a plot by his wife and her boyfriend to kidnap that billionaire and throw him in a loony bin... well, easy for her to say. It's the tail end of the psychedelic '60s and paranoia is running the day and Doc knows that "love" is another of those words going around at the moment, like "trip" or "groovy," that's being way too overused—except this one usually leads to trouble. With a cast of characters that includes surfers, hustlers, dopers and rockers, a murderous loan shark, LAPD Detectives, a tenor sax player working undercover, and a mysterious entity known as the Golden Fang, which may only be a tax dodge set up by some dentists... Part surf noir, part psychedelic romp - all Thomas Pynchon.

I watched this movie for about an hour.  I wanted to like it.  I wanted to be hooked by it.  But I just wasn't except for one very random and hilarious scene.  It was just Joaquin Phoenix going from ten minute babbling conversation to them minute babbling conversation and I just don't have time for that.  Especially considering that the movie had another 90 minutes to go.

I would not really recommend anyone wasting their time with this.  Maybe it got better but I'm totally okay with never knowing.