Its performatively extreme imagery thinly masks a rather banal view of male subjectivity and inner conflict.
This disc’s picture and sound presentations are aces. You’ll want the lights down low for this one.
Its worst quality is its underhanded attempt to convey a complex recounting of one family’s ordeal while fudging all the pertinent details.
The dangers of filmmakers trying to replicate a golden era rather than embrace the present are part and parcel of Inherent Vice.
Do you remember weekends in nature with the Boy Scouts? If so, you’re increasingly in the minority.
Look for a third DVD in eight months with a scratch-and-sniff case made out of Jack Twist’s denim shirt.
Loyal as Ang Lee’s film may be to the Annie Proulx short story, it doesn’t quite share its grit.