Depp is practically a cartoon character as Hunter S. Thompson's alter ego, Raoul Duke, in Terry Gilliam's hallucinatory adaptation of Thompson's psychedelic odyssey through the carnivalesque world of early 1970s Vegas. Depp, behind yellow aviator glasses and a cigarette holder clenched in his locked jaw, paces through the picture with a bug-eyed intensity. He watches his world mutate and melt through his drug-fueled pupils as the hilarious and terrifying antics of his lawyer and psychopathic running buddy Dr. Gonzo (Benicio Del Toro) ups the ante at every turn. They make for a toxic comedy team in a surreal road movie that goes nowhere, a misguided adaptation that, for all of its wrong turns, comes off as the most convincing bad trip in drug culture cinema.