Years ago, when I was in college, I remember waking up my roommate while I was reading Hunter S Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: : A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream. I was laughing so damn hard and I just couldn't stop.
I was re-watching the film with Johnny Depp and Benecio del Toro. They're both excellent. I'd forgotten that Terry Gilliam directed it. All I can say is... it figures. You can see it on hulu. It's fabulous!
How long can we maintain? I wondered. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then?
This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car?
If so -- well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'll report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law-enforcement agency, and they'll run us down like dogs.
Jesus! Did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
Maybe I'd better have a chat with this boy, I thought. Perhaps if I explain things, he'll rest easy. . .
One of the best movie of all time. The way it wraps the evolution of the American spirit from the 60's into the 70's is genius. HST is one of my favorite authors and what I feel is one of the best journalist aside William Saffire. I feel better knowing that someone else understands what it means to be too strange to live, to rare to die.
Posted by: Phanatic | November 21, 2009 at 09:24 PM
Hey all. what a great movie! isnt it? i rememebr i first saw it in Vegas. i reckon beeing in begas gave the movie another demansion for me. it was more fun to see it there and to imagine.
Posted by: Las Vegas Hotels | December 02, 2009 at 06:37 AM