1) Yes, it’s another year where I maintain my streak of forgetting my blog anniversary (three years in a row! ::fist pump::). And this time I forgot it clear into December (surpassing all previous records!), and even at that I had to be reminded by T.S. Bazelli commenting on her blog anniversary.
Hey, nine years. Memory-challenged, but still going strong. It all started here.
2) A few more thoughts about Inherent Vice
Why does Doc, a private detective, have an attorney who specializes in marine law? This is sort of explained in the book, but not at all in the movie, though in the movie more business is added to call attention to the discrepancy (there’s some added dialogue, and Sauncho, the attorney in question, wears a yachting cap in his first appearance).
You can see the scene here.
Also, why does Jade show up in a scene near the end (she’s not in the corresponding scene in the book) when the subplot which could explain her presence is not in the movie?
As I said last time, if something doesn’t make sense, don’t try to hide it.
There was a pretty good review of Inherent Vice in the New Yorker (not perfect, but pretty good), and I wanted to quote four specific points.
Nobody has ever turned a Pynchon book into a movie before, for the same reason that nobody has managed to cram the New York Philharmonic into a Ford Focus.
…one of the fables on which “Inherent Vice” ruminates is “The Long Goodbye,” and the loping, unflustered movie that Robert Altman made of it, in 1973, with Elliott Gould as Marlowe.
What Anderson does not do is stuff “Inherent Vice” with wads of period detail. It’s much quieter on the senses than “American Hustle,” … By and large, though, Anderson doesn’t treat the era as a funny foreign land. He wants it to drift toward our own time, hinting—and this is true to Pynchon—that the befuddlement of ordinary folk has hardly changed while “the ancient forces of greed and fear” have, if anything, tightened their clutch upon our lives.
“Inherent Vice” is not only the first Pynchon movie; it could also, I suspect, turn out to be the last. Either way, it is the best and the most exasperating that we’ll ever have. It reaches out to his ineffable sadness, and almost gets there.
Kudos to any reviewer who realizes that this is even the goal.
3) And, because this is a blog which knows which Paul Anderson is the main one, here’s a pretty good article about the Resident Evil series (which tends not to get a lot of good press):