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.
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.