An impressively faithful adaptation of what most would consider an unadaptable piece of literature by the prolific Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a depiction of drug use that starts out at full speed, and as it progresses, closes in on you and won't let you go. It goes nowhere, which is why it was a commercial and critical failure. I'm one of the greatest advocates for character development, something this film almost completely lacks, and yet, I was captivated by this film until it's end, and I was satisfied. It perfectly captures drug use and American decadence, as intended.
