The fact that Bruce Robinson‘s The Rum Diary, based on a book by Hunter S. Thompson, has been waiting in the dugout for a long time to open (principal photography having begun in March ’09) doesn’t necessarily mean that it blows. It might be half funny. It could be semi-original. The only problem in the trailer is an allusion to “some crazed hallucination.” Thompson’s book was begun in Puerto Rico in 1959 when the only drug around was alcohol. No lizard tongues back then.