I'm so Excited to see The Rum Diary that I've attached Bells to my Testicles so that I Might chase my Cats around ThE ApaRtmeNT (Part 1)
Right. So now that we've gotten that out of the way, I can tell you what is on a lot of folks' minds: there will be a great number of Irrationalized Mad Hatters who will dig the fuck out of this movie, whether it's any "good" or not. I mean, it could be the shittiest movie of the year and we'd still love it. First of all, even though I'm a married man, I don't think I'd get in any trouble if I somehow managed to have wild boar sex with Johnny Depp. The wife would give me a pass, after all. Then she would sleep with him. I love this man. He does not age. His is from the land of Orgasmaville.
Second, and far less important, there are Mugwump Corporation duties to consider. The end goal, of course, being the total Irrationalization of the human race. Johnny Depp is playing some cat named "Paul Kemp," right? No worries, just a name, after all. Undoubtedly he'll play it the same as when he was supposed to be a guy named "Raul Duke" in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Which is to say that he'll play Hunter S. Thompson, the author of the books both movies are based on. I recall reading somewhere that he could never totally let go of the character. But how could he? Once you play with the Madness, you run a good chance of becoming the Madness. Or at least that's what I'd like to believe.
And then, of course, there's Time to consider.