Benicio Del Toro

Retrograde, sexist, and gleefully sadistic... pitiable and fearful in the language we go to the movies to learn. The old cop line 'There's nothing to see here' hardly applies.

A complex production mounted, with confidence and a scrupulous eye for detail, by one of our great American filmmakers.

Oliver Stone, bless ’im, still believes in red-meat cinema.

Lurches along a bit awkwardly, but always with utterly dazzling visuals and a goofy gag at the ready.

The plot is a sideshow to Inherent Vice's luxuriant atmosphere, cracked sense of humor, and idiosyncratic characterization.

[SPOILER-FREE REVIEW:] Johnson sticks with the Star Wars house style and seems pleased to have the opportunity to inspire children with this story of overcoming inner conflict to become one’s best self, the key ingredient being hope.

A straight procedural, consumed by its plot at the expense of thematic nuance. Nevertheless...a darkly compelling reminder of the multifaceted folly of our War on Drugs.