As with everything PTA, I was extremely excited to catch this adaptation of Pynchon's bizarre novel. Not many films leave me so utterly confused and disappointed to the point of being angry. Enter Inherent Vice. Not your finest work, Paul. In trying to be The Big Lebowski, Anderson lost sight of actually creating his own characters with introductions and angles that make any sense. Juaquin may have looked the part, but he is no Dude.