Saw Inherent Vice last night. I enjoyed it. I'd normally be apprehensive of Thomas Pynchon's books being made into movies. But as it was my least favorite and sole disappointment, I had very little invested.
Instead of TIL it's YIR (yesterday I realized) Pynchon madlibs would be pretty durn easy. Watched Inherent Vice and I've not even read it yet (R has, natch) but it felt like "yep, yep, yep" Pynchon bingo (not a complaint either--I enjoyed myself thoroughly, more than I anticipated, though I also did realize it's hella awkward to sit in a dark theater next to a strange man during intense sex scenes where he shifts his popcorn on his lap like he's trying to hide his boner, poor fella...being a lady has its advantages and not having to worry about visible boners is a plus). Also, it was a little surreal to watch a current movie in a theater and actually recognize 90% of the cast, pretty cool.