Don’t expect Gilliam levels of hallucinatory imagery (aw), but this new film adaption of Hunter S. Thompson’s earlier novels brings back Johnny Depp’s best character and sends him to Puerto Rico to down 470 proof alcohol and jump on some blond Connecticut broad.
Crazy parties! Be-diamonded turtles! Journalistic intrigue of some sort! Sleek son-of-a-bitch protagonists! Pitbull on the soundtrack! Really. Different, right? Hey, if you wanted the olde Gonzo caricature, go look at Rango.
The point is, the movie Hunter was angrily rallying for the “lazy bitches” to make back in 2001 has been made. Woo.