“THE RUM DIARY” My rating: C- (Opening wide on Oct. 28)
120 minutes | MPAA rating: R
“The Rum Diary” is such a drab affair it bears mentioning only as an example of how great movies stars can squander their popularity.
“Rum” marks the second time actor Johnny Depp has played famed gonzo journalist Hunter M. Thompson (actually here he plays a Thompson-like character). One can only assume that Depp finds inspiration or at the very least an acting challenge in portraying the chemically-addled, terminally sardonic writer/wastrel.
His first outing as Thompson was 1998’s “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” a surreal pigout that was fairly faithful to the book but still unremarkable.
“Rum” is based on Thompson’s autobiographical novel about his early career as a newspaperman in the Caribbean.
The trailers make it look like a laugh-heavy dip into debauchery beneath the palms — all drink, drugs and beautiful women.
In truth, this is a sour, joyless tale of idealism run aground. And that would be acceptable if the film were better made.








