A Holy Roadtrip - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - 1998 - starring Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro. Directed by Terry Gilliam, adapted from the novel by Hunter S. Thompson
A Holy Roadtrip - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - 1998 - starring Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro. Directed by Terry Gilliam, adapted from the novel by Hunter S. Thompson
Hittin' the road for Bat Country, lookin' for Dr. Gonzo to take the edge off a long weekend. The mighty Dean Moriarty is riding shotgun, but we got room in the back if you're lookin' to hitch a ride to Vegas.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a 1998 American avant-garde satirical buddy road black comedy film adapted from Hunter S. Thompson's 1971 novel of the same name. It was co-written and directed by Terry Gilliam, and stars Johnny Depp and Benicio del Toro as Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo, respectively. The film details the duo's journey through Las Vegas as their initial journalistic intentions devolve into an exploration of the city under the influence of psychoactive substances.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was released on May 22, 1998, by Universal Pictures. The film received mixed reviews from critics and was a financial failure, but has since become a cult classic among film fans.
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Yeah, I'm down. Best for me to get outta town for a while before @Flip finds out I skipped out on the cage match. Turns out there were some personal complications involved I hadn't anticipated.
Came prepared though, got some amazing 'shrooms from the Valley of Fire for the road.
Thought you'd make a clean sneak, chump? No palooka is gonna make patsy out of me, even if he's the biggest bruno in this dump. "Personal complications?" Like bein' yellow? Baloney! You better spill the beans or I'm gonna have Pops fill you full of daylight.
Look little man, it's a long story and involves family, and we gotta hit the road before the crow finds out we're gone. Tell ya what - jump in the back, have a bite of one of these blue portabello beauties, and I'll tell you the whole thing. Plus, turns out the Valley of Fire has a lot of diamonds - grabbed a fistful on my way out. I'll spot you at the Tropicana for the weekend. Deal?
All right - that's some action I can get behind. Let's jump in the jesus jalopy and breeze it before the bird sends the bulls. But I gotta hear this malarkey about your family - still ain't sure whether you're swell or a skid rogue.
So here's the deal.
First off, the Valley of Fire is huge - we're talking Grand Canyon sized, pocketed with open pools of magma and molten rivers. Where the fire doesn't flow, the jungle consumes all. Ferns taller than me, vines the size of your tight, and mosquitos the size of passenger pigeons. Don't even get me started on the damn dragonflies. At 90 degrees in the shade with near 100% humidity, it's not a pleasant hike, so by the time I got to the cage match, I was completely exhausted and soaking in sweat.
I was in no mood to be served with a child support subpoena, so I can't be blamed for slugging the birdman who delivered it. Asshole shot me in the nuts with an energy beam afterwards and then sent me a bill with another subpoena for a personal injury lawsuit.
So it's good we're getting out of town right now. But I digress.
It turns out that about 80 years ago, back when I was the drummer for Wyldtoe and the Squatches, we had played in a tiki bar just inside of a vortex in Sedona (before the place was crawling with hippies). I met this groupie, a redhead, Mogollia, and we got... intimate.
I never heard from her again, and thought that was the end of it. But apparently she moved from Sedona through the vortex to the Valley of Fire to raise our son - goddamit - I mean daughter.
That's where things got complicated and I screwed up. The child support paperwork was filled out for a boy, specifically a boy named Moon Boy, and when I calmed down I decided to go and talk to Mogollia and meet my kid.
So I get to their thatch hut, and knock on the door. A young girl answers, and I say "Hi, I'm looking for Moon Boy. I'm his fath-" but then she yells at me about deadnames and deadbeats and slams the door in my face. "It's Moon GIRL you worthless asshole!" she shouts out the window.
To make things worse, that's when Devil Dinosaur decides to show up. Because it was in the back yard. It's her damn pet. So this thing starts chasing after me for making Moon Girl cry and I can't kill my kid's pet. Even if it is a forty foot tall hellspawn from the Jurassic.
At that point, I figured it was best to cut my losses. So I pulled the old disappearing Sasquatch trick and slipped into the jungle, which didn't go over well. "Yeah, that's all you're good for, LEAVING!"
I spent a couple of nights out there trying to figure out what to do, because each time I tried to go back the damn tyrannosaur would chase me away. So I finally sent a letter by messenger raptor apologizing, but I haven't heard back yet. I mean, I was honestly trying to do the right thing.
I hope she forgives me.
Pass me that bong, willya?