I had a very distinct feeling after leaving the midnight screening of Inherent Vice (and not because it was 2:30 in the morning and I had been subsisting on champagne and diet coke for eight hours). It was reminiscent of something that I couldn't put my finger on. I wasn't sure what the hell had just happened on the screen, and I wasn't sure that I cared. I just knew that whatever it was, was awesome.
Then it hit me. The '90s! I hadn't felt this confused and excited by a film since the '90s. Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, Magnolia, Eyes Wide Shut. I had been on a ride similar to the roller coasters I boarded when I went to go see those films.