One Battle After Another (2025)
Most recent movie of Paul Thomas Anderson, based very loosely on Thomas Pynchon's Vineland, making it his second Pynchon adaptation and the second piece of evidence to suggest that he's not a great person to adapt Pynchon.
Where Vineland followed aging Hippie Zoyd Wheeler in the 80's trying to retrieve his daughter Frenesi Gate from ruthless government agent Brock Vondt who might or might not be her biological father, OBAA transplants the story into... roughly speaking, "the present" or something just slightly ahead of it. Wheeler's counterpart "Ghetto Pat" Garrett, played by Leonardo DiCaprio, is an aging radical in a more or less contemporary post democratic United States who sees his daughter Willa (Chase Infiniti, a name that already sounds like it belongs to a Pynchon character) kidnapped by ruthless Colonel Stephen Lockjaw, played, brilliantly, by Sean Penn.
The thing about this retelling of Vineland is that I don't think it does a very good job of capturing the book it's inspired by, nor does it bring all that much to the table by itself. Vineland, as its name suggests, was a loose tangle of plotlines that, yes, did intersect, if only very casually, but what it was about, like most of Pynchon's book, was painting a picture of a cultural turning point as the revolutionary spirit of the 60's and 70's was snuffed out under Reagan era authoritarianism, omnipresent the "tube", as Pynchon derisively called it, television, now the dominant medium, selling the American public on a false promise of security and cultural identity.
The thing about OBAA is that, despite transplanting parts of the plot into a modernish or near future America, its worldview still feels old fashioned to a fault. Instead of exploring the way new media is used to keep the population complacent, instead of exploring the ways race, gender and sexual orientation are used to draw lines and hierarchies in a society that naively considered itself past these things, instead of exploring the unreliable nature of information in a world 10 year past being declared postfactual, it explores dichotomies that, hell, even the early 90's book it alleges to be inspired by didn't take at face value.
The thing is that Pat and his old outfit, the French 95, are still very much hippie coded, a vague amalgamation of Weather Underground, Black Panthers and other old guard boomer resistance movements; tech illiterate, vaguely maoist, paramilitary structure, far removed from anything that would possibly manifest in the 2020s. The other side not faring much better, sean Penn's Colonel Lockjaw effectively playing a more nuanced version of Colonel Quaritch, the villain from Cameron's Avatar movies, an archetype unthawed from somewhere during the Bush administration.
All of which make One Battle feel like a movie about the 20's, written by a guy stuck in the 00's, directed by a guy stuck in the 70's and neither of these guys is all that sharp, all things considered. Pynchon, aside from being one of the greatest satirists in English speaking literature, aside from being the person to write the definitive map to western parapolitics in the 20th Century, is a man who, now almost past his 80's, has always kept an ear to the ground. Earlier this year his latest book, Shadow Ticket came out. Somehow a book with much more to say about the 2020's despite being set in the 1930's, than OBAA has.
The other thing, in addition to the first thing alluded to two paragraphs earlier, is that Anderson's just not as whimsical as ol' Tommy Pynch. The original book Vineland features a punk band named "Billy Barf and the Vomitones" and this movie couldn't dream of having anything as funny in it. Anderson, one imagines, wouldn't be caught dead ever directing a musical sequence, much less dive into the books zanier elements like an insurance adjuster following Godzilla around. Hell, his adaptation of Inherent Vice already went out if its way to write around all of that. All OBAA has, really, as a uniquely pynchonian touch not half heartedly lifted from the book is the racist fraternity Lockjaw is trying to join, an order called the "Christmas Adventurers", a joke that doesn't extend much beyond their funny name.
Make no mistake, this is a well made movie in most regards. Acting is impeccable, DiCaprio, Penn, Infiniti and Benicio DelToro are killing it, it looks beautiful and moved along nicely. The discordant free jazz piano score annoyed the hell out of me, though. But I don't think the screenplay is actually any good, though, I'm sorry. It feels like a movie about "today" written by a guy who's never been on the internet, use of the term "semen demon" near the end nonwithstanding. It's absolutely sad that this is the only guy adapting Pynchon. Eddington was a better pynchonian film. Under the Silver Lake was a better pynchonian film. Big Lebowski was a better pynchonian film. Hell, Southland Tales is probably still the best pynchonian film. One Battle After Another is a well meaning but overall underwhelming attempt at one.