Paul Thomas Anderson’s ‘Inherent Vice’
“If it’s a quiet night at the beach and your ex-old lady suddenly out nowhere shows up with a story about her current billionaire land developer boyfriend and his wife, and her boyfriend, in a plot to kidnap the billionaire and throw him in a loony bin, maybe you should just look the other way.”
Director Paul Thomas Anderson’s works are always full of chaotic moments— his films start as simple stories about some ordinary characters, who end up in the end doing absolutely out of the world deeds. For instance, William H. Macy blowing up his own head in Boogie Nights. In Magnolia, rain of frogs sequence; in The Master Joaquin Phoenix turning into an animal in the cell and in There Will Be Blood Daniel Day-Lewis’ “I drink your milkshake”moment and then striking Paul Dano’s character in the corner on the floor like a bug. That, my friends, is cinematic chaos. Chaos that’s written in its passionate form.
In other words, Mr. Anderson’s films, the plot of them and characters, are all in a locked metal teapot with water in it boiling up to the point when they have no choice, but to explode. The term chaos, or, cinematic chaos, especially when it comes to Paul Thomas Anderson’s films teaches film-making and screenwriting from a different perspective. If you don’t know what I mean, it’s utterly fine by me, for it’s been teaching my soul something.
Inherent Vice, based on the book of the same name by Thomas Pynchon is the seventh feature from Paul Thomas Anderson and the first ever film adaption of a Thomas Pynchon novel, which I haven’t read yet. Though, I’m quite crazily, insanely, vehemently and spiritually curious. Completely eager for reasons such as (a) It’s a book that some cherish and some loathe. So, I have to know the reasons and the excuses myself. (b) Why Paul Thomas Anderson has decided to take on this Pynchon novel?
It’s all Pynchon as the plot summary by Warner Bros. says, but it’s gotta be all Paul Thomas Anderson. And, it is, for I can see it all in the s0-cool new trailer, which released yesterday — 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.
A comic noir as it is set to end, in my opinion, all noir, Inherent Vice is the highlight of the New York Film Festival. Only then, we can tell, once again, the effects of Paul Thomas Anderson’s magic as a film-maker. One of the greatest film-makers of our time. Inherent Vice opens this Christmas.
Do you have a spare picture I can borrow?