The Rum Diary falls
short sometimes putting its story together with
subplots that go nowhere.
However, maybe this is a cult classic in the making.
I found it good enough to keep my attention watching
Johnny Depp clearly performing a labor of love
playing Hunter S. Thompson's life from novels and
manuscripts taking the lead role of a NOT-so-close
friend.
I liked the period production of Puerto Rico in the
60s with all the cars and other means of
transportation you wouldn't believe.
I could tell that Johnny Depp pulled out all the
stops and tried to make this picture work.
It's been on the back burner for years. |
Unless you are a Hunter S.
Thompson fan, this film isn't going to "rock your
world."
Coming off more like a series of skits than an
actual movie, this (apparently) labor of love from
Johnny Depp (who got Thompson to publish the
long-forgotten manuscript) is a prequel to Fear and Loathing in
Las Vegas.
It's a film about nothing with no point to be found;
it's the birth of "Gonzo journalism" for Paul Kemp
(one of Thompson's alter-egos) finally discovering
how "to take the bastards down." |
Most of the movie's problems show a connection to the source
material and the blurring or confused effect of the
real (or imaginary) nature of the story.
In other words, there is a lot wrong with the film
and not much right.
In fact, the entire tale has an unfinished and
half-done feel. |