The Rum Diary Gets Blogged
Sorry, the movie “The Rum Diary” isn’t about rum, and I
didn’t hear the word diary once. Yes,
they drink rum often; after all, the action is set in the home of Bacardi, Puerto
Rico, in 1960. The name Bacardi is
mentioned one time. Maybe my high school English teacher would be
disappointed that I failed to recognize that rum is the metaphor for all the temptations
that bring out the human frailties that prevent us from reaching our full
potential and that my connotation of diary is just way too narrow.
I do, however, get asked frequently about this movie and its
contribution to the rum world. So here
goes.
What would be the worst drinking game while watching this
movie? Take a drink every time someone
says, “Rum.”
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Rum is first mentioned 15½ minutes into the
movie (counting HBO intro credits).
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Second mention at 34½ minutes. (+19 minutes)
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Third time the word rum is said is at 49
minutes. (+15 minutes)
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Fourth comes at 1 hour 15 minutes. (+26 minutes)
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Fifth follows at 1 hour 20 minutes. (+5 minutes)
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Sixth at 1 hour 32 minutes. (+12 minutes)
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Movie ends at 1 hour 55 minutes. (+23 minutes with no additional mention)
Anyone would say that’s just not the pace a screenwriter
would mention rum if the movie was really about rum. This movie is about a novelist who discovers
he’s really an investigative journalist destined to expose the corruption of
government and big business. Oh, my,
this is a Johnny Depp movie, isn’t it.
The Rum Diary, based on the novel by Hunter S. Thompson,
follows journalist and would-be novelist, Paul Kemp, played by Johnny Depp, in
1960’s Puerto Rico. Paul drinks more
than his share of rum, and promises to cut back, then eventually to stop
drinking it altogether. As he sails off into
the sunset—literally—at the end of the movie, we never find out if he either
cuts back or quits.
Imagine Paul Kemp romping around Puerto Rico more than 30
years before the excellent rums of today were even distilled and poured into
their barrels for aging. Throughout the
movie, we are teased with miniatures and glasses we are left to assume are
rum.
In one scene, 10 Puerto Rican Rum bottles are struck down by
a bowling ball making a Brooklyn pocket hit in what any bowler would recognize
as an improbable shot, and any rum lover would declare to be a waste of 227
shots. (Assuming the bottles are 1 liter
size.)
Unfortunately, never does anyone in the movie call for a rum
by name, or is any indication given that there’s a difference among rums. Rum is just referred to as “rum.” The characters drink it like it’s domestic beer. Thus, we rum drinkers learn nothing from this
movie about rum. The lazy screen play
writers failed to invest even an afternoon in researching the rich history of
rum in Puerto Rico. To their credit, the
photographers caught fantastic camera angles that showed off Puerto Rico in its
most favorable panoramas. Rum—well, that
was just background that happened to be mentioned in the title of the
movie. They should have titled it “Depp
in the Heart of Palms.“ No, really, I’ll
get over it. This movie won’t be a
classic. The biggest problem for us is
that from now on when we Google rum, we’ll have to scroll past all the useless “The
Rum Diary” references that’ll come up first.