A fun and far out movie encapsulating a psychedelic, drunken, drugged out period in the life of writer Hunter S. Thomson and his equally drugged out, morally questionable Samoan attorney. The beauty of this movie was it had mood; oh yeah, so much mood it makes you feel like you're actually there too with Hunter and his attorney, cruising down a dessert road in a convertible, top down in the middle of nowhere, yet content to be going somewhere, experiencing the same oblivion, and warding off bats that don’t exist. Not every movie takes you in like this one. It also stays pretty true to the book if that counts for anything. The movie itself is pretty dark, creepy, and gross yet also fun and oddly inspiring. It’s a good way to experience drugs without actually experiencing drugs. As far as movies go, I'd say this film is pretty analogous to its last line, being “one of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” How can you not appreciate a movie that ends with a line like that? ...Good stuff.