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Is it that drinking-to-oblivion has exhausted its limited appeal? Is it that we feel we\u2019ve been there before? Is it that I’m just old and crotchety? If you have The Rum Diary<\/em> (2011) (trailer<\/a>) on your Netflix list, you’re in for a few good laughs, but a predictable romantic element and a decided downturn in enjoyment when the main character suddenly dons a cloak of sanctimony near the end.<\/p>\n

The movie, set in Puerto Rico in the late 1950\u2019s (great cars!) is based on Hunter S. Thompson\u2019s book<\/a>, and while Johnny Depp, Richard Jenkins, Aaron Eckhart, Michael Rispoli and Giovanni Ribisi (who makes the least likable character in the movie fun to watch) are more than fine in their roles, the material isn\u2019t up to their performances. It might have been better as a straight comedy without hitting viewers with occasional deeply menacing information, then staggering on as if nothing just happened. Rotten Tomatoes critics rating<\/a>: 50%.<\/p>\n

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