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FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS
Blu-ray Edition
Review by Michael Jacobson
Stars:
Johnny Depp, Benicio Del Toro
Director: Terry Gilliam
Audio: DTS HD 5.1
Video: Anamorphic Widescreen 2.35:1
Studio: Criterion
Features: See Review
Length: 119 Minutes
Release Date: April 26, 2011
“We
were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…Now, less than five years
later, you can almost see the high water mark…that place where the wave
finally broke and rolled back…”
Fear
and Loathing in Las Vegas was a perfect three way marriage—the direction of Terry Gilliam, the
writing of Hunter S. Thompson, and the performance of Johnny Depp. The end
result was a film only for the adventurous willing to turn on, tune in…and
hang on for the ride.
Based
on the book by Thompson and written “in the foul year of our Lord 1971”, the
story and film exist on multiple levels. It’s
easy to dismiss it at first glance as something akin to a hipper Cheech and
Chong, but Raoul Duke (Depp, in the character based on Thompson) and Dr. Gonzo
(Del Toro, modeled after Thompson’s comrade Oscar Zeta Acosta) were more than
just members of the drug culture. As
a journalist and lawyer respectively, they may have been the perfect two men to
push themselves to the edge of sanity and come back to not only tell the tale,
but put it all into some kind of manic social perspective.
From
the opening scenes, it's clear what kind of movie this is going to be. It's a
drug film, make no mistake. Most of the story is seen through the eyes of two
doped to the eyeballs spectators, and Gilliam pulls no punches in making the
audience feel everything they feel, from the bliss to the paranoia, to the
eventual sickness of the come down. Visually, this film is masterful, and what
you've come to expect from Terry Gilliam.
But
there is a point to it all, beyond the seemingly self-serving disarray and
madness. The book represented an
exclamation point in cultural history, as the flower-power and
love-your-neighbor free spirit of the 60s were turning into the dark
disillusionment of the 70s. Perhaps
we can imagine Duke and Gonzo slipping into their narcotic haze at one point and
relaxing into a love in, but no more. The
drugs continue to expand their consciousness, but their consciousness continues
to expand away from them, leaving in their wake emptiness, desolation, and
despair…and yes, fear and loathing.
What
we see on the screen is often pure chaos…what was going on in the real world
wasn’t much less so. While Duke
and Gonzo sometimes seem to withdraw into a universe of their own drug-induced
making, you can’t help but notice the real world creeping in from the margins.
Televisions punctuate dialogue with reports on Vietnam.
Images of protestors flash by. At
one hotel scene where a convention of cops and district attorneys have gathered,
you can even hear one bragging about the kind of gun they used to take care of
business at Kent State. The world
was going insane, and “gonzo” journalist Hunter S. Thompson, who during
those years would report on the fall of Muhammad Ali, the rise of Nixon and
others, was maybe only trying to keep one step ahead.
If there is regret at the end, it is only because the world had finally
caught up.
I
feel I’m neglecting to give this film credit for it’s comic
aspects…indeed, the opening sequence is as funny and energetic as any I’ve
ever seen. I’ve personally
witnessed it engrossing some first time viewers, who sit back anxiously to watch
the rest, but many never make it to the end!
Still, the bits of dialogue and exchanges are worth listening to:
they’re frequently humorous and insightful, not only about the
characters’ states of mind, but about the world around them as well.
But the comedy is only one part of the trip. What goes up must come down, not only for Duke and Gonzo, but for America as well. There is humor, but also sadness…and if you get so caught up in the strange attack on the senses the movie assaults you with that you miss Duke’s simple observation (quoted above), then you’ve only experienced the film’s mind and missed it’s heart.
Johnny
Depp delivers another winning performance while pulling another terrific voice
from his arsenal a la Ed Wood. The moment he first takes his hat off and
you see him bald is about as funny a moment as you can get, as are his repeated
drug influenced observations (“suddenly, I was in the middle of a f---ing
reptile zoo! And somebody was giving booze to the God d--n things!”).
Equally adept is Benicio Del Toro, who has the amusing task of standing
next to a character like Duke and actually being the less sane of the two!
And
part of the fun is the watch for other stars who have walk-on parts in the
movie…my favorites include Gary Busey as a highway patrolman, and Christina
Ricci, who paints portraits of Barbara Streisand. Why? Well, why
not?
Most
Terry Gilliam films receive decidedly mixed reviews, but the response to Fear
and Loathing was far and away unjustly negative. True, part of the experience is unpleasantness, but to sugar
coat that aspect would be to rob the picture of some of its insightful power.
If you choose to look at the movie as being trapped in a surreal setting
with a pair of fried ex-hippies, then you’re in for a long two hours.
But
look beyond the surface at the changing times in America, where her innocence
was being ravaged by cynicism, and where flower children were waking up to
realize their philosophy of love and peace, no matter how well-intended, was
dying before their eyes and leaving their lives as empty shells.
That’s the ultimate downer, and the reality that no amount of substance
abuse could keep out, even for Duke and Gonzo.
Fear
and Loathing is
nothing if not an all-out visual assault. This
high definition transfer is all about colors, and it’s no complaint to say that the
colors are frequently unnatural in appearance.
By giving his film all the explosion of a heightened acid trip, Terry
Gilliam often drenches and saturates his picture with extreme color schemes;
some designed to be beautiful, some designed to hasten the downward spiral.
Given the nature of the visuals, this might not be the first disc you
grab to show off your player, but from a technical standpoint, this had to be
very difficult material to preserve digitally.
Criterion did a superb job in rendering every overwhelming detail.
Audio ***1/2
This is a fairly explosive uncompressed soundtrack, thanks mainly to the terrific song score of classic rock and the manic energy of the proceedings. Dialogue is mostly well-rendered, but like it would be in real life, it sometimes gets a little muted against the noise of clubs and casinos.
Everything you loved about Criterion's prior DVD release is
here, starting with the three full length commentary tracks. The first is by director Terry Gilliam, whom I consider one
of the best in the business at commentary.
He has a relaxed speaking voice, a great sense of humor, and offers
plenty of detail about every aspect of making the movie.
In short, it’s both an informative and entertaining listen.
Track Two features stars Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro along with
producer Laila Nabulsi…all recorded separately, but smoothly edited together
for a cohesive experience. Depp’s
recollections about working with Thompson are a plus (particularly when he talks
about shaving his head), while Del Toro discusses creating a real character from
second hand information and what it was like playing scenes with Johnny.
Nabulsi has a kindly voice, but watch out…she’s tough and
no-nonsense! The final track
features none other than the man himself, Hunter S. Thompson (along with Nabulsi,
who guides him along with some questions).
One of my favorites
remains an audio bit discussing the screenwriting credit
controversy, in which Gilliam and co-writer Tony Grisoni along with Laila
Nabulsi discuss how Tod Davies and Alex Cox got their names onto a script they
didn’t write, thanks to the Writers’ Guild of America!
The dialogue is accompanied by a photo of Gilliam burning his WGA card.
There is also a trailer and several TV spots, galleries of storyboards,
production designs and stills, a documentary short Hunter Goes to Hollywood, pieces
of Thompson’s correspondences with Johnny Depp as read on camera by Depp,
materials on Oscar Zeta Acosta, including live footage of him reading an excerpt
from his book and Thompson’s own reflections of him, an excerpt from the 1996
audio CD of Fear and Loathing with narration by Harry Dean Stanton
featuring Jim Jarmusch and Maury Chaykin playing Duke and Gonzo respectively,
and the 1978 BBC documentary on Thompson Fear and Loathing on the Road to
Hollywood. Rounding out is an
art gallery of Ralph Steadman’s illustrations.
The
disc also boasts another terrific Criterion booklet, filled with pictures,
artwork, an essay by critic J. Hoberman and a pair of pieces by Thompson.
Summary:
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is another in a long line of films from Terry Gilliam that is as likely to alienate some audiences as it is to endear others. On the surface, it may seem like nothing more than an indulgent translation of chemical fried brain matter to screen, but the drug use in the movie, as in real life, could not completely shut out the real world or the changing times its protagonists were observing and preserving for all time. This fantastic double disc offering from Criterion just might be the high you never come down from.
