
A little more emphasis on dispossession and Inherent Vice (2014) becomes a great film, especially given Joaquin Phoenix’s masterful hippie gumshoe and the Pynchon web. Paul Thomas Anderson’s fragmented stoner noir, shot through a sinuous 1970 SoCal, is at times tedious and in the end empty. Yet there is the suggestion that there could be more. Inherent Vice is at least in part about private property and loss—loss of rights, home, and livelihood—with the promise of gentrification and suburbanization (accumulation). This loss is regrettably only hinted at in a conversation or two (most memorably between Phoenix and Michael Kenneth Williams) and some THC-induced cartography, but it’s a line that should be developed. Otherwise, Inherent Vice is more postmodern whimsy, an abstraction of drug culture and cult from its economic relation.