movie: Inherent Vice

Ah yes. A movie post. It seems like such an easy thing. And yet, I’ve been having some trouble writing one. I’ve had a lot of stuff going on, not all of which is taking me in the direction I need to move. Anyway.

The husband and I saw a trailer for this on some other movie we were watching, so we added it to the Netflix queue. It was weird because it has this great cast and we had never heard of it. Now that I’ve watched it, I think I know why.

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Description from IMDB: “During the psychedelic 60s and 70s Larry “Doc” Sportello is surprised by his former girlfriend and her plot for her billionaire boyfriend, his wife, and her boyfriend. A plan for kidnapping gets shaken up by the oddball characters entangled in this groovy kidnapping romp based upon the novel by Thomas Pynchon.”

Okay, this movie is weird. Not like Lost Highway weird, but weird in its own quirky, what-the-heck-am-I-watching kind of way. It stars Joaquin (yes I had to look that up in order to spell it correctly) Phoenix as Hippie Wolverine a private investigator named Doc in 1970.

The movie is LONG (148 minutes) for what it is. It also veers wildly from slow to hilarious to weird and back again. If someone were to take this movie and condense it down to the best, say, hour to an hour and a half, it could be great. But they didn’t do that.

By far the best scenes were the ones between Doc and a cop he called “Bigfoot”. Bigfoot (Josh Brolin) is this big, old school manly, conservative police officer who hates hippies. The two of them have this frenemy thing going on. They antagonize each other in a hilarious manner, but they also kind of like each other at the same time.

So yeah, the movie definitely has its bright points if you’re willing to sit through the wait. Overall, I would give this one a C+.

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On Deadlines

I’ve been feeling guilty about pushing out the release schedule for my books. Should I ever get published for real, I don’t want to be that writer who doesn’t meet deadlines. That’s lame.

The situation is different when you’re pretty much on your own, though. There’s the task list associated with the release: cover art, proofreading, book description, marketing stuff, etc. There’s doubt. Did I catch all of the typos? What if I have some plot inconsistency that ruins the whole story? It’s a lot.

I shouldn’t really say I’m on my own. A few people help me out with reading the things before they’re published, and I really do appreciate them, but in the end, it’s up to me to get past whatever is in the way of getting the book to the market.

I say all of this not to make excuses. I don’t want to be that writer.

What I’m saying is the level of discipline is different, or the kind of discipline is different, when I don’t answer to anyone else. There is still plenty of discipline or nothing would ever get done. I have wiggle room with my deadlines because they’re self-imposed. But that doesn’t mean I should be working that way.

So yes. I do feel bad about pushing the books out. I promise they are coming very soon. I already started my final (for real) read-thru on Juniper 2, and I have cover designs in my head for both the first novella and the sequel. Stay tuned.