1. “IV Drip.” Wesley Morris on Paul Thomas Anderson’s Postlapsarian Comedy Inherent Vice.
“Anderson’s strategy for capturing Pynchon is to roll him up and smoke him, until the smoke passes on to you and some confusion and conflation set it, until it’s all just Paul Thomas Pynchon. In the opening scene, the singer Joanna Newsom appears as Doc’s artsy pal. She stands in a low-angled shot and narrates the setting, using lines from the novel. By the time Inherent Vice is over, she has gone from talking over the movie — sketching background details and conjuring states of mind — to talking to it. The densely polished joshing of the book becomes a hazy, bleary movie farce. Being stoned here is a joke. But so is lucidity. Anderson doesn’t overdo the high. This is as much a druggy wild goose chase as The Big Lebowski, but he opts not to make being stoned an extravagantly surrealist experience. To that end, people vanish and materialize like smoke, the frame speeds up toward the end of coked-up scenes. But it’s never over the top. It doesn’t have to be. Whether it’s sex or love or pot, everybody’s on something. Drugs aren’t special. They actually are a food group. In one of the movie’s few moments of casual surrealism, Bjornsen gobbles a tray of marijuana like a cartoon bear.”