David Lynch and Mullholland Dr.

[Guest BenDover]

Saw David Lynch's most recent contribution to my amused and very entertained bafflement. What is up with that guy? I think I liked the movie. I know I loved the characters, the art direction was incredible, the sound track totally haunting and right on the mark, scene after scene of mind-altering relationships, premises, concepts. I gaze at the screen, believing that at any moment I will grasp the key to what is going on and understand what is happening. The film ends, and I am sitting there, knowing full well that I have been entertained. I also know that some emotional truth has just been painted on celluloid (the Silencio scene especially), but it is unnamable, almost unutterable. I have awakened two and a half hours later from a deep, phantasmagoric dream, stretching to hold onto fleeting images, attempting to explain what seemed to logical and reasonable in the dream-state, but now almost the visual compliment to gibberish. Is this art? Absolutely.

Please, someone else tell me what you think of this movie, and David Lynch as a director and visionary.

[Guest WetDream]

I saw Mulholland Drive last week and, like you, was entertained by it. However I don't think that it is up to Lynch's best work (Blue Velvet and Eraserhead). He has a strong sense of style (trained as a painter) but his deliberate obfuscation can get a bit tedious. What's the point of trying to figure out something that is deliberately ambiguous? The Silencio scene was fabulous. I felt that Ann Miller was clearly puzzled by her presence in such a film; too bad she couldn't have demonstrated her famous "nerve taps."