Half way through the movie version of “Inherent Vice” I happily gave up on following the plot, let alone guessing who dunnit, and started enjoying the show.

Each scene could stand alone as a set piece of hysterical sets, costumes, and sight gags (to say nothing of the dialogue). Based in L.A. around 1970, it capitalizes on all the SoCal hippy stereotypes. My favorite bit was Josh Brolin as a buzz cut corrupt cop with a Sag card.

And that was a lucky thing, because not only was the mystery unintelligible, it was never solved. But who cares?