In what is possibly the most beautifully confusing cinematic experience I've had, Paul Thomas Anderson's most recent feature, and his seventh film, manages to to be an absurdest, stoned out trip down the sweaty, drug addled and sex crazed summer byways of 1970 Los Angeles, as we follow an equally absurdest and stoned out private detective as he is quickly dragged into an incomprehensible conspiracy involving hippies, Neo-Nazis allied Jewish land developers, cults, and Chinese heron dealers,

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