
*“Rocky happy not alone.”*

There’s a ton of Inherent Vice that I enjoy, but like Doc Sportello, I’m left confused by the film’s end. I love the paranoid LA detective stoner vibe, but the film takes too long to start cooking, and is pretty all over the place. A joint-smoking Joaquin Phoenix, long tracking shots, sweet dissolves, a perverted Josh Brolin, Owen Wilson recreating The Last Supper over Neil Young songs, laid-back narration, and a colorful visual aesthetic. It’s weird, psychedelic, and drug-fueled. 4/5.

*Charlie Breaks Bad*