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Just got back from watching David Lynch's new one "Mullholland Drive".
It's his first since "The Straight Story", a nice family film about a bloke on a lawnmower going home to see his dying brother.
And now Lynch is back on familiar territory with dwarves, rooms with curtains and a woman singing into a mic.
What was it about?
I have absolutely no idea at all. Even after 2 hours of debating with my girlfriend, I am none the wiser as to what I just watched.
It starts reasonably enough:
Woman in a limo is in accident and staggers out with amnesia, hooks up with a woman new in Hollywood looking to make a career as an actress. They both investigate who she is and why she has a purse stuffed with thousands of dollars and a blue key.
There are what appear to be mafia men looking for the car-crash woman, and Billy Ray Cyrus as a pool cleaner having an affair with a director's wife.
And then it gets odd.
Very odd.
But that's what Lynch is about.
Puzzles, pieces of info with no clues that maybe will add up at the end, maybe they wont.
The closest this is to his previous work is Lost Highway.
I think it has to do with the notion of identity, personality and whether you exist without an idea of who you are.
Or, it could just be a movie about two women, a dwarf in a high chair and some Italian woman lyp synching to a Spanish version of "Crying" by Roy Orbison.
I just don't know what the hell it's about to be honest.
However, I absolutely loved this film.
I'm a Lynch freak, to the point of subscribing to his website to get shorts etc.
And this is Lynch doing pure, uncut Lynch.
If you like him, you'll love this one. If you hate him, if you think he's style over substance, you'll detest this movie.
But for fans, everything you want from his movies is here.
Angelo Badalamenti doing the music, the rooms with curtains all over the walls, characters screaming for no reason at all, and that dwarf is back.
There are the usual sweaty-palmed moments of total fear (the diner scene at the beginning with two men, the two nastiest smiling people since Aphex Twin "Windowlicker" video), moments of confusion (midget parents crawling under doors) and the virginal blonde woman in tears.
Disturbing, confusing, extremely sensous, dark and twisted, frightening and, most suprisingly, a couple of scenes that are very, very funny.
The inept hitman had the cinema in hysterics and the mafia heavy fighting Billy Ray Cyrus and then punching the woman in the face (it IS funny, trust me).
For me, Lynch is about surrendering yourself to his mind. Lettting go of what you think you know about cinema and just go along for the ride.
Don't try and understand the plot, don't worry about what the grimy tramp with the burned face has to do with anything.
Just sit back and experience something that is all too rare these days, art-cinema at it's finest.
Each frame can be hung on a wall, every shot is perfectly coloured, framed and moved.
Surreal, dreamy, erotic and disturbing.
Just don't ask me what the hell it was about, because I just don't have clue one about it.
It's his first since "The Straight Story", a nice family film about a bloke on a lawnmower going home to see his dying brother.
And now Lynch is back on familiar territory with dwarves, rooms with curtains and a woman singing into a mic.
What was it about?
I have absolutely no idea at all. Even after 2 hours of debating with my girlfriend, I am none the wiser as to what I just watched.
It starts reasonably enough:
Woman in a limo is in accident and staggers out with amnesia, hooks up with a woman new in Hollywood looking to make a career as an actress. They both investigate who she is and why she has a purse stuffed with thousands of dollars and a blue key.
There are what appear to be mafia men looking for the car-crash woman, and Billy Ray Cyrus as a pool cleaner having an affair with a director's wife.
And then it gets odd.
Very odd.
But that's what Lynch is about.
Puzzles, pieces of info with no clues that maybe will add up at the end, maybe they wont.
The closest this is to his previous work is Lost Highway.
I think it has to do with the notion of identity, personality and whether you exist without an idea of who you are.
Or, it could just be a movie about two women, a dwarf in a high chair and some Italian woman lyp synching to a Spanish version of "Crying" by Roy Orbison.
I just don't know what the hell it's about to be honest.
However, I absolutely loved this film.
I'm a Lynch freak, to the point of subscribing to his website to get shorts etc.
And this is Lynch doing pure, uncut Lynch.
If you like him, you'll love this one. If you hate him, if you think he's style over substance, you'll detest this movie.
But for fans, everything you want from his movies is here.
Angelo Badalamenti doing the music, the rooms with curtains all over the walls, characters screaming for no reason at all, and that dwarf is back.
There are the usual sweaty-palmed moments of total fear (the diner scene at the beginning with two men, the two nastiest smiling people since Aphex Twin "Windowlicker" video), moments of confusion (midget parents crawling under doors) and the virginal blonde woman in tears.
Disturbing, confusing, extremely sensous, dark and twisted, frightening and, most suprisingly, a couple of scenes that are very, very funny.
The inept hitman had the cinema in hysterics and the mafia heavy fighting Billy Ray Cyrus and then punching the woman in the face (it IS funny, trust me).
For me, Lynch is about surrendering yourself to his mind. Lettting go of what you think you know about cinema and just go along for the ride.
Don't try and understand the plot, don't worry about what the grimy tramp with the burned face has to do with anything.
Just sit back and experience something that is all too rare these days, art-cinema at it's finest.
Each frame can be hung on a wall, every shot is perfectly coloured, framed and moved.
Surreal, dreamy, erotic and disturbing.
Just don't ask me what the hell it was about, because I just don't have clue one about it.
The Blue Box.
It's hard to try and make sense of this movie outloud without spoiling it for anyone, and you need to know as little as possible before watching it.
The blue box...I just don't know. I've been reading stuff on the web trying to figure out what I've seen tonight, and the best explanation right now I've read is from the woman that plays Betty "The 1st half is fantasy, and then after the box is reality".
But that still doesn't explain stuff.
But then also reading about how it's mainly a pilot for an aborted tv show might explain some of the things.
The detectives that never show up again, the director dude being bullied into casting decisions....
I don't know what this was about, but I do know that I loved every moment.
Not one instant where I sat there thinking "Hurry up", I just savoured each and ever moment, however strange.
It's hard to try and make sense of this movie outloud without spoiling it for anyone, and you need to know as little as possible before watching it.
The blue box...I just don't know. I've been reading stuff on the web trying to figure out what I've seen tonight, and the best explanation right now I've read is from the woman that plays Betty "The 1st half is fantasy, and then after the box is reality".
But that still doesn't explain stuff.
But then also reading about how it's mainly a pilot for an aborted tv show might explain some of the things.
The detectives that never show up again, the director dude being bullied into casting decisions....
I don't know what this was about, but I do know that I loved every moment.
Not one instant where I sat there thinking "Hurry up", I just savoured each and ever moment, however strange.
Damn you... I don't get to see this till around mid January because Odeon and Showcase are crumby two-bit operators who said it was "not big enough"...
Apparently the blue box is the key. Or Lynch is just laughing at everyone. Or he's going to go back to ABC with the last 10 minutes of the film that tie it all together and make them pay through the nose. All in all it sounds damn good though.
I want to see this film.
Apparently the blue box is the key. Or Lynch is just laughing at everyone. Or he's going to go back to ABC with the last 10 minutes of the film that tie it all together and make them pay through the nose. All in all it sounds damn good though.
I want to see this film.
And if anyone can fill me in on the expresso spitting dude that everyone is scared of, let me know please.
Just got back from watching David Lynch's new one "Mullholland Drive".
It's his first since "The Straight Story", a nice family film about a bloke on a lawnmower going home to see his dying brother.
And now Lynch is back on familiar territory with dwarves, rooms with curtains and a woman singing into a mic.
What was it about?
I have absolutely no idea at all. Even after 2 hours of debating with my girlfriend, I am none the wiser as to what I just watched.
It starts reasonably enough:
Woman in a limo is in accident and staggers out with amnesia, hooks up with a woman new in Hollywood looking to make a career as an actress. They both investigate who she is and why she has a purse stuffed with thousands of dollars and a blue key.
There are what appear to be mafia men looking for the car-crash woman, and Billy Ray Cyrus as a pool cleaner having an affair with a director's wife.
And then it gets odd.
Very odd.
But that's what Lynch is about.
Puzzles, pieces of info with no clues that maybe will add up at the end, maybe they wont.
The closest this is to his previous work is Lost Highway.
I think it has to do with the notion of identity, personality and whether you exist without an idea of who you are.
Or, it could just be a movie about two women, a dwarf in a high chair and some Italian woman lyp synching to a Spanish version of "Crying" by Roy Orbison.
I just don't know what the hell it's about to be honest.
However, I absolutely loved this film.
I'm a Lynch freak, to the point of subscribing to his website to get shorts etc.
And this is Lynch doing pure, uncut Lynch.
If you like him, you'll love this one. If you hate him, if you think he's style over substance, you'll detest this movie.
But for fans, everything you want from his movies is here.
Angelo Badalamenti doing the music, the rooms with curtains all over the walls, characters screaming for no reason at all, and that dwarf is back.
There are the usual sweaty-palmed moments of total fear (the diner scene at the beginning with two men, the two nastiest smiling people since Aphex Twin "Windowlicker" video), moments of confusion (midget parents crawling under doors) and the virginal blonde woman in tears.
Disturbing, confusing, extremely sensous, dark and twisted, frightening and, most suprisingly, a couple of scenes that are very, very funny.
The inept hitman had the cinema in hysterics and the mafia heavy fighting Billy Ray Cyrus and then punching the woman in the face (it IS funny, trust me).
For me, Lynch is about surrendering yourself to his mind. Lettting go of what you think you know about cinema and just go along for the ride.
Don't try and understand the plot, don't worry about what the grimy tramp with the burned face has to do with anything.
Just sit back and experience something that is all too rare these days, art-cinema at it's finest.
Each frame can be hung on a wall, every shot is perfectly coloured, framed and moved.
Surreal, dreamy, erotic and disturbing.
Just don't ask me what the hell it was about, because I just don't have clue one about it.
It's his first since "The Straight Story", a nice family film about a bloke on a lawnmower going home to see his dying brother.
And now Lynch is back on familiar territory with dwarves, rooms with curtains and a woman singing into a mic.
What was it about?
I have absolutely no idea at all. Even after 2 hours of debating with my girlfriend, I am none the wiser as to what I just watched.
It starts reasonably enough:
Woman in a limo is in accident and staggers out with amnesia, hooks up with a woman new in Hollywood looking to make a career as an actress. They both investigate who she is and why she has a purse stuffed with thousands of dollars and a blue key.
There are what appear to be mafia men looking for the car-crash woman, and Billy Ray Cyrus as a pool cleaner having an affair with a director's wife.
And then it gets odd.
Very odd.
But that's what Lynch is about.
Puzzles, pieces of info with no clues that maybe will add up at the end, maybe they wont.
The closest this is to his previous work is Lost Highway.
I think it has to do with the notion of identity, personality and whether you exist without an idea of who you are.
Or, it could just be a movie about two women, a dwarf in a high chair and some Italian woman lyp synching to a Spanish version of "Crying" by Roy Orbison.
I just don't know what the hell it's about to be honest.
However, I absolutely loved this film.
I'm a Lynch freak, to the point of subscribing to his website to get shorts etc.
And this is Lynch doing pure, uncut Lynch.
If you like him, you'll love this one. If you hate him, if you think he's style over substance, you'll detest this movie.
But for fans, everything you want from his movies is here.
Angelo Badalamenti doing the music, the rooms with curtains all over the walls, characters screaming for no reason at all, and that dwarf is back.
There are the usual sweaty-palmed moments of total fear (the diner scene at the beginning with two men, the two nastiest smiling people since Aphex Twin "Windowlicker" video), moments of confusion (midget parents crawling under doors) and the virginal blonde woman in tears.
Disturbing, confusing, extremely sensous, dark and twisted, frightening and, most suprisingly, a couple of scenes that are very, very funny.
The inept hitman had the cinema in hysterics and the mafia heavy fighting Billy Ray Cyrus and then punching the woman in the face (it IS funny, trust me).
For me, Lynch is about surrendering yourself to his mind. Lettting go of what you think you know about cinema and just go along for the ride.
Don't try and understand the plot, don't worry about what the grimy tramp with the burned face has to do with anything.
Just sit back and experience something that is all too rare these days, art-cinema at it's finest.
Each frame can be hung on a wall, every shot is perfectly coloured, framed and moved.
Surreal, dreamy, erotic and disturbing.
Just don't ask me what the hell it was about, because I just don't have clue one about it.