Over the weekend I got a chance to see “The Rum Diary,” an adaptation of the late Hunter S. Thompson’s book that finally made it to the big screen and, surprisingly to me, a Texarkana movie theater. I suppose star power has something to do with it landing here for what I anticipate may be a brief stay.
I enjoyed the film a whole lot despite many flaws, mostly for personal reasons. For a newspaper diehard like me, it offers an appealingly farcical, nearly satirical look at newspaper life, complete with maniacal editors, oddball reporters slinking through the newsroom like slugs on acid and the sort of financing dilemmas that plague small-time news. As such, those jokes hit home for me. As well, I enjoyed Johnny Depp, who here plays a Thompson alter ego, Paul Kemp, as a reporter who exhibits a talent for both crafting phrases and cleaning out the “complimentary” alcohol at his Puerto Rican hotel room.
Kemp joins the San Juan Star and soon finds himself embroiled with a variety of strange, repulsive and yet somehow beguiling characters in and around this tropical newspaper milieu, including scuzzy developers with venomous smiles who want to build more hotels on an island paradise. They’re the bad guys, the “bastards,” as Kemp puts it, and feel like classic Thompson villains. Kemp’s interplay with these characters is the best part of the film, but that can only carry the plot so far.
Along the way, we’re treated to all sorts of half-baked narrative turns, poorly developed characters and themes that don’t lead very far in this rum-soaked flick. I found myself rooting for Kemp but he doesn’t seem to have anywhere to turn in this movie. A quick scan of movie fan board sites shows what I suspected would be true: a trashing of the film by many fans who love the novel and adore Thompson. Though I haven’t read “The Rum Diary,” it seems the movie strays in many respects from the novel itself.
Ultimately and regardless of its faith to the source material and inspiration, the movie isn’t deep enough to carry much weight, and its boozy barbs aren’t as sharp as Thompson’s own writing. “The Rum Diary” never quite decides just what movie it wants to be. That said, it’s enjoyable enough on its own terms, and there are certainly worse ways to spend $5 at the movie theater, given what Hollywood churns out lately.
- Aaron Brand
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