Mulholland Drive

[sanpaku_backup]

Aw, yeah. Really enjoyable, at least for me. As often happens, I am dying to discuss this film with someone else who has seen it. I think it could only really be enjoyed for the sheer over-the-top nature of so much of David Lynch's stuff, which sometimes annoys me. But the tiny old people! A touch straight out of Eraserhead. There were parts that schlepped, but so many intriguing and outlandish things were going on that by the end I had really settled into it. I kept thinking, "Damn, this would have made a great TV show," maybe better than the film, because it could have peeled away each layer of the plot like an onion.

Anyway. I am no longer working myself ragged, but I am still busy all the time with paperwork and whatnot. I am still in dire need of sleep, but nothing I am doing right now requires much creativity. I am trying to come up with a course list for the class I am supposed to adjunct next semester, but now the dreaded something may have come up to make that plan a little complicated. More later if it pans out.

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[librarygrrl.livejournal.com]

I've tried to wipe all traces of that movie from my memory. We got some free passes to go see it, but when I walked out of there I felt like I would have gladly paid $8 to have not seen it. I actually liked the first hour or so. I stopped liking it at about the long dead girl.

Like an onion, alright! Pah!

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[sanpaku.livejournal.com]

But that's exactly when it got interesting! For me, anyway. Did you figure out that the movie up to that point was a dream? That was what amazed me. I had no idea until I saw the credits roll that the same actress who played Diane was also Betty-- I kept looking at her and thinking, "she looks like the first actress, but it's a different actress." So I found that interesting, in a brain candy kind of way. I do confess that the whole Club Silencio thing struck me as pointless overkill, and there was plenty of other pointless excess, but that's the thing-- the whole noir genre is overkill, hackneyed, there's no way to do much original with it anymore. The idea of making a movie that's mostly a mcguffin appealed to me, as long as he could pull it off. When the movie became a moebius strip I just started laughing my ass off.

Well, I shouldn't go into the whys and wherefores. I went to see "Barton Fink" with "Frank" and my girlfriend at the time in Chicago, and I sat there afterwards for 2 hours while they tried to convince me it was the greatest film ever made. I had a similar reaction to "Blue Velvet," though I was jaundiced by the fact that the person who told me it was so great had just dumped me at the time... So if you viscerally dislike a movie no one is going to tell you otherwise, right? Right.

[flw.livejournal.com]

I loved it, baby. I went with Jessie Larson, and we just kept saying, "What the fuck? Oh yeah, david Lynch." It had everything. Soul Switching. Multiple personalities. At one point, I leaned over and said, "The true story of Anne Heche." My favorite scene was when the guy found the ape man living behind the Denny's (or whatever that place was."

It seemed like they just wrote it as they went along. It was a pure film. It could only be a film. It could only make sense as a film, and if you think about it too much, you ruin it. Only a film could do what that did.

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[sanpaku.livejournal.com]

I just kept thinking, "Wow, I'm sure those ABC executives _loved_ this part!!" until the lesbian sex made it too obvious... But I still think that as a show it would have allowed a lot of interesting meditiation on all those little stories, which was what made it so interesting.

I got me a cable modem. Yee ha!