Anderson’s preceding film, “The Master,” split audiences (and fellow critics) because it worked better as a collection of individual moments than as a functional story.
In the lead role of "Doc" Sportello, well-practiced marijuana smoker and surprisingly dogged private eye, Joaquin Phoenix provides a splendid companion piece to his performance in Anderson's last film, The Master , once again capturing a particular moment in the history of American anomie with miraculous precision, this time playing his character's alienation from the mainstream with warmth and self-knowledge rather than as a horrifying blank.
The one which you might call an exception was his last project, “The Master,” which, despite featuring a trio of amazing performances, suffered terribly from what you could refer to as “wandering narrative syndrome,” where it became very evident that Anderson just wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with the story and characters.
However, whereas the Coens infused The Big Lebowski with an indelible drugged-out charm, much of it courtesy of Jeff Bridges’s now-legendary performance as The Dude, which helps the film go down smooth despite its shaggy-dog plot meandering and nonsensical digressions, Inherent Vice feels conspicuously labored in evoking the blissed-out world of its slacker hero, a bumbling private detective named Larry “Doc” Sportello (Joaquin Phoenix, who also headlined Anderson’s previous film, 2012’s The Master).
Coming off the grand, eccentric "There Will Be Blood" and "The Master," a couple of great American movies, Anderson's latest is smaller potatoes.
After exploring cult mentality along the Eastern Seaboard in "The Master," "Inherent Vice" brings us back to Anderson's favorite locale: steamy Southern California's more unsavory sides.