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Monday July 15, 2002
11:29 AM

Mulholland Drive

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We watched Mulholland Drive last Sunday (yesterday), and it has me pretty freaked. I mean, WTF is going on in that movie? I really liked Lost Highway, and there are plenty of similarities between the two (almost too many, one might opine), but at least with Lost Highway I was able to fit the ends of the mobius strip together and make it make sense. Mulholland Drive just has too much bizarre, unconnected stuff, it's too much of a puzzle for me. I think I might have to watch it a time or two more. One web site I found (google search: "mulholland drive what the fuck is going on") does a pretty good job of putting some of the bigger pieces into place, such as that the second part of the movie is "real", i.e. Diane is the real person, and the events shown really happen, while the first part is Diane's dream or fantasy, and Betty is her persona in that dream.

Actually, given that the first part is a paranoid hallucination, there's not a lot of point in making it all make sense. But still... why would Diane include, as part of her fantasy, finding herself dead and decomposing in her bed?

And also, Diane's neighbor comes to the door and says that Diane has been missed for three weeks. Where did those three weeks go? Was she magically asleep, only to be awakened by the Cowboy? And what's all that about, anyway?

Actually, it doesn't make sense to say that the second part is more "real" than the first part. I mean, the homeless guy has the blue cube? And when he drops it, the tiny loony old folks come out, and get into Diane's apartment, and terrorize her?

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  • Ebert says it best, I think, when he says

    And then you tell a friend [], "I saw the weirdest movie last night." Just like you tell them you had the weirdest dream.

    He adds a bit to it in a later article [].

    -- ask bjoern hansen [], !try; do();

    • "Mulholland Drive" works directly on the emotions, like music.

      You can only acknowledge Lynch's virtuosity here, even if you don't like the movie. (Even though I don't think there's a complete lack of logic here. Depends on the viewpoint. Joyce's final chapter of the second part of Ulysses seems completely illogical -- until you understand that this chapter doesn't depict the dream of one character or another, but rather the dream of the book itself, playing with its own symbols. I think Mullholland Drive

  • I rented this a while back and made a few comments of my own.

    You can read them here [] if you like.

    You were clearly more patient with this movie than I was.

    • Yeah, I guess you could say I was patient. Thing is, I kept watching hoping for clues that would help make it all make sense. Well, some people appear to have figured out a fair bit of it, but I was not able to on my own. Heck, I didn't even figure out that the first part was just imaginary.

      Now I'm left with this disturbing sensation of incompleteness (i.e. lack of "closure")... perhaps even incompletability. That's the only reason I want to know "what's going on", just to ease that unease.

      All in all
    • djberg, As far as I'm concerned you totally missed the point if you "lost patience" like that.

      Maybe it works better seeing it on the big screen too. Big dark room. Big pictures. Big sound. Get absorbed into the oddness.

      See it again with a more open mind. :-)

        - ask

      -- ask bjoern hansen [], !try; do();

      • djberg, As far as I'm concerned you totally missed the point if you "lost patience" like that.

        Oh, I got the point (as much as David Lynch *ever* has a point). *My* point is that I just didn't give a shit.