A funny thing happened while I was watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: I fell asleep after ten minutes in the film. This has never happened to me in my life before. I had had a good night's sleep the night before, and I had my coke next to me. So you figure out what it says about the movie (and/or me).
But having perused through the book, and from what little I could gather, I won't resist making the following comments: the movie appears to follow the book in a pretty straight forward manner, which is rather unfortunate given how much I admire Terry Gilliam's direction (12 Monkeys). While I find Hunter S. Thompson's ideas interesting, I find the writing itself to be too verbose and in need of a good editor (to see what I mean, see his essay on Security). "Gonzo journalism" just doesn't cut it for me.