Journalist and lawyer descend into druggy madness during Vegas trip.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a mesmerizing bad trip of a movie, recreating the gonzo journalism of Hunter S. Thompson in all its self-destructive, debased glory. The film has almost no plot, but it’s not mindless; it is a terrific exploration of the power of drugs, the psyche of the addict, and the death of a generation. After placing you in close quarters with these two completely depraved addicts, the film gradually assimilates their subjective experience and forces you to see the world through their eyes. If that’s not horrifying, I don’t know what is — maybe an LSD-poisoned Benicio Del Toro sitting fully clothed in a bath tub and wielding an awfully large knife.
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