Joaquin Phoenix Sparks Up In First Snippets Of Inherent Vice Footage

With TIFF finally bowing out after an incredible run, the next big festival slated to saturate the filmic blogsphere with news, rumours, gossip (amidst the occasional kernel of truth) is the 52nd New York Film Festival. The roster for the fall fest is packing a wallop so far, with a ton of anticipated movies set to debut. David Fincher’s Gone Girl and the Michael Keaton comeback vehicle, Birdman, are among the impressive line-up. Along with Paul Thomas Anderson’s long awaited Inherent Vice.

Granted, the marketing machine for the adaptation hasn’t quite fired up fully. Hopefully we’ll get a sneak at a full-length trailer very, very soon. Until then, the New York Film Festival’s trailer has landed. If you squint just right, and hit pause with the speed of a ninja, you’ll see a couple of shots from the zany tale. While critics were granted access to previews earlier this year, its premiere in New York will likely generate the bulk of chatter. So far it’s been compared to The Big Lebowski, which means there’s the chance we’ve got a cult classic waiting to be unleashed.

Inherent Vice premieres at the 52nd New York Film Festival, which opens September 26th.

“Inherent Vice” is the seventh feature from Paul Thomas Anderson and the first ever film adaption of a Thomas Pynchon novel. When private eye Doc Sportello’s ex-old lady suddenly out of nowhere shows up with a story about her current billionaire land developer boyfriend whom she just happens to be in love with, and a plot by his wife and her boyfriend to kidnap that billionaire and throw him in a looney bin…well, easy for her to say. It’s the tail end of the psychedelic `60s and paranoia is running the day and Doc knows that “love” is another of those words going around at the moment, like “trip” or “groovy,” that’s being way too overused – except this one usually leads to trouble. With a cast of characters that includes surfers, hustlers, dopers and rockers, a murderous loan shark, LAPD Detectives, a tenor sax player working undercover, and a mysterious entity known as the Golden Fang, which may only be a tax dodge set up by some dentists… Part surf noir, part psychedelic romp – all Thomas Pynchon.”