Terry Gilliam's ("Brazil"/"Twelve Monkeys") inventive adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson's gonzo novel about his drug taking abilities and classless behavior in the Las Vegas of 1971 is energetically portrayed and makes for a good looking film and one that is rather faithful to the spirit of the 1971 book and accurately captures the flavor of its time period (even reminding us that Nixon was the arch-villain of the hippie community back then), but it still doesn't prevent it from being an unpleasant and tacky film that exploits weirdness as if that alone would equal creativity.
Both men give mischievous, out-on-a-limb performances, and the movie is directed with tremendous visual imagination by Terry Gilliam, whose earlier films, "Twelve Monkeys," "The Fisher King" and "Brazil," also dealt with illusion and madness, social transgression and altered states.
It may not be as good as other Terry Gilliam films (like "Brazil"), but it certainly is a substantial achievement in a director's career.
There are some intermittent amusing moments to be had, thanks to the trademark wild visual style of director Terry Gilliam ("Brazil," "Twelve Monkeys").
Maybe too much insight; he was replaced by Terry Gilliam (" Brazil ," " Time Bandits "), whose input is hard to gauge; this is not his proudest moment.
After his twisted dreams-and-the-dreamer "trilogy" of Time Bandits, Brazil, and The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Gilliam seemed damn near unemployable.