Wednesday, November 24, 2010 8:24 PM By Simon


-Laura Dern is gloriously confused. Justin Theroux is saucy. Rabbit heads about. William H. Macy for five seconds. Jeremy Irons. Other things, I'm sure.

-So...if Mullholland Drive was on stronger medication? Blonde actresses and turning points from the sensical to the decidedly non? Brutal fucking murder?

-Funny and terrifying. Batshit insane. Don't try to figure out how scenes play together, settle for figuring out what is going on in the scenes themselves (a much more reasonable goal...each one has a story that you can fill in yourself).

-The moral of the story: don't go through any strange doors.


The Taxi Driver said...

This is the definative LA movie. None represent that city better than this. And, unlike other Lynch movies, this one finds a haunting beauty that is staggering.

November 25, 2010 at 5:18 PM
Simon said...

Mike Lippert: Yes, but half the movie takes place indoors, and the other half is in backyards, or solely on Hollywood Blvd, doesn't it? Maybe I'm missing something.

November 26, 2010 at 6:16 PM
The Taxi Driver said...

Simon: I didn't mean to suggest so because it takes place in LA but that it represents LA as a state of mind better than any other single movie I have ever seen, Mulholland Dr being the second best. Kind of like what After Hours did for New York but much more abstract and, in a strange way, honest.

November 27, 2010 at 7:19 AM