The time has come - it probably came one or two movies ago - to stop making excuses for Paul Thomas Anderson. The old justifications, such as, "He makes great films, unless you're stupid enough to expect them to make sense or be satisfying," don't work anymore. With "Inherent Vice," the list of disappointing movies has gotten too long.
Let's just say it: Boring an audience with a pointless, meandering story does not constitute brazen defiance against the tyranny of narrative. Nor is it particularly courageous to stretch a fragile premise to a numbing 148 minutes.