Mulholland Drive
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The reader begins reading the movie review, unaware of the lurking danger approaching. It's not all a dream, but without a satisfying reward for struggling to puzzle it all together, who really cares? The director casts a mysterious woman, but is he really casting her, or making a movie about a director casting a woman in a movie? David Lynch seems to gain tremendous enjoyment from non-linear narratives (which is fine) and weird-for-weirdness-sake (which is dubious), but I'm not really interested in watching guys engage in self-gratification on screen. You wake up, but can't tell how much of what just happened to you is a dream, or are you dreaming still? The viewer is drawn into an alluring but disturbing landscape of surreal imagery, traumatic amnesia, juxtaposition of hopeful dreams and tragic reality, or merely a mind-bending spiral into madness and despair? The evil dwarf laughs as he coats himself with pudding.
If you've made it this far, mentally rearrange the preceding sentences, leaving out the hallucinatory ones, to construct a semi-coherent review. This is what watching "Mulholland Drive" is like. If you enjoy doing that, or are willing to sit through 145 minutes of it for twenty seconds of naked lesbian sex, check it out.
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