It’s not simply the fact that these scenes constitute two disparate points in the vast constellation of incident and intrigue that comprise this paranoid odyssey rather, Anderson enhances the audience’s hazy reception of his story through sabotaging-whether consciously or otherwise-several of the primary ways in which viewers receive and process stories, including (but by no means limited to) the counterintuitive task of processing dialogue delivered within relatively static shots of extended duration. ![]() These two encounters slip through one’s fingers like a cloud of pot smoke. Neither of Coy’s scenes is particularly dense with plot detail, but viewers may nevertheless find themselves struggling to grasp precisely what has been discussed by the time he has left the screen. In the first, he enters the frame to join Doc, they speak for approximately two and a half minutes, and then Coy exits again in the second, Doc enters the frame to join Coy, they speak for approximately four and a half minutes, and then Coy exits, leaving Doc alone. In both cases, Coy’s appearance is contained within one sustained shot. In the first, soon after Doc has been hired by Coy’s wife, Hope, to investigate his whereabouts, Coy emerges on a fog-cloaked pier to ask that Doc keep an eye on Hope and their daughter, Amethyst, and provides a minor clue as to the significance of the words “Golden Fang.” In the second, Doc finds Coy at a house party, where the anxious and paranoid Coy bemoans his self-imposed alienation from his family and urges Doc to find Shasta before she is enmeshed in the same morass that he is. Across the nearly two-and-a-half-hour sprawl of Inherent Vice, Coy Harlingen, surf rock saxophonist and heroin addict turned CIA asset, appears in two centerpiece scenes. though he's amiable enough, keeps cracking jokes back through the loudspeaker. Living inside the System is like riding across the country in a bus driven by a maniac bent on suicide. And that time is an artificial resource to begin with, of no value to anyone or anything but the System, which must sooner or later crash to its death, when its addiction to energy has become more than the rest of the World can supply, dragging with it innocent souls all along the chain of life. The System may or may not understand that it's only buying time. ![]() Taking and not giving back, demanding that "productivity" and "earnings" keep on increasing with time, the System removing from the rest of the World these vast quantities of energy to keep its own tiny desperate fraction showing a profit: and not only most of humanity-most of the World, animal, vegetable, and mineral, is laid waste in the process. The Serpent that announces, "The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning," is to be delivered into a system whose only aim is to violate the Cycle. But the meanness, the cynicism with which this dream is to be used. “Kekulé dreams the Great Serpent holding its own tail in its mouth, the dreaming Serpent which surrounds the World.
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