Robert Altman’s The Long Goodbye and Paul Thomas Anderson’s Inherent Vice Taught Me That Some Good Movies Meander: Part One

By Jack Davis

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In the first of two parts on my Meandering Movies blog series, I’ll speak on personal discoveries I made as a writer from watching some modern mysteries and dissecting what I first thought were unnecessary details.

On paper, The Long Goodbye and Inherent Vice are both mystery movies. But when I think of mystery movies, at least in the more conventional sense, I think thrillers. More specifically, I think of the word “gripping.” In gripping thrillers the characters are important, but a lot of the time they’re just devices meant to forward the plot or add suspense (especially if the characters are women). Except for the protagonist – sometimes – you’re not exactly there to get to know the characters. You’re there to be gripped.

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The Long Goodbye and Inherent Vice aren’t those kinds of movies. Sure, a lot of the characters end up being pivotal to the plot in some sense, but some don’t. You don’t find a lot of narrative “fat” on those earlier-era noirs. And yet, both of these movies – upon a search on a streaming service or search engine – fall under the noir category. These movies are more of a revisionist noir, or postmodern compared to the traditional concept, in a similar way to the “dramady” genre being more of a postmodern concept. It sounds like a big term, but the way I see it anything postmodern tends to subvert in some way a modern – or familiar – concept, and often plays on our expectations having seen those movies.

Although not at all a trademark of postmodernism, these movies take a good bit of time – in the case of Inherent Vice, around two and a half hours – to get to the point. And there are a few scenes that – waiting until the credits have rolled – don’t serve much purpose to the overall plot, something a mystery story is all about. Yet, they are still at their core mystery stories.

As a writer, it made me think of characterization over plot. I was just as interested in Elliot Gould’s Phillip Marlowe as I was in the question of the culprit for his best friend’s wife’s murder. Marlowe has a cat that will only eat a specific brand of cat food (he goes so far as to put a different brand of cat food into the old can, but the cat notices), chain-smokes cigarettes (which I guess wasn’t as distinct at the time), always seems to be having his door broken down, and happens to live next to a troupe of naked women that – no matter where the story is at – are always outside practicing yoga (they make their money selling candles in town, we learn). None of those details listed prove to be a fatal flaw or give way to a “of course ______ was going to figure in the story,” but it does make Marlowe become a magnetic character, one we distinctly want to spend time with. With a lot of movies nowadays, you don’t feel any type of way about sharing a few hours with the characters, and most of the time that wasn’t a purposeful decision on the creator’s part.

I hope you’ve enjoyed me pontificating about the rich character that is Marlowe, Postmodernism in film, and my assertion that long movies are – sometimes – the vibe. I hope to see you next week, where I’ll talk about subplots, rich characters, and (what I see as) Paul Thomas Anderson’s spin on The Long Goodbye.

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