Making a film is the art of retroactive hypnotism. And there is no greater cinema hypnotist than Paul Thomas Anderson. It's rare to see a movie simultaneously this interesting and this good; this incoherent and this profound; this frustrating and this enjoyable.
There are films that make you want to run to the bookstore or, in reality, Amazon.com. Any Jane Austen or Dickens adaptation. Atonement. Requiem for a Dream perhaps. Then there is Paul Thomas Anderson's adaptation of Thomas Pynchon's Inherent Vice.
Voice casting for audiobooks is particularly tricky with fiction. In addition to the many different characters a reader has to deliver, the most important voice to capture is the writer's literary voice -- assuming there is one.
Even as it creates a fantastical story bringing art into everyday life via a quantum human evolutionary leap, ART GIRLS memorializes the vast raw urban spaces that made Berlin the destination for artists the world over.
FUG YOU reads like a nonfiction outtake from Thomas Pynchon's V. The tales Sanders tells, bizarre but true, are buttressed by illustrations and citations from a mammoth archive he compiled through the years.
Critics are cultural historians of a sort, trying to tie the present to the past. Audiences, however, apparently don't give a rip. Or, at least, the audience that seem to matter most now, people in their 30s or younger.