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January 27, 2002 - 1:19 a.m.
Heavens, child. Tonight, I saw Mulholland Drive. It had many hallmarks of the David Lynch style, which is probably a good thing. Here they are. Someone turned into someone else and there were some of the same people around but they weren't actually the same either. The audience got confused.Sometimes, people spoke very slowly and said cliche or confusing stuff at each other while pausing in between a lot. The audience got confused.Sometimes, there were bits that could have been dreams but might not have been dreams either. The audience got confused.Sometimes, there were unconventional sex scenes that didn't seem to be entirely called for, but in afterthought, suited the film nicely. The audience got confused.Sometimes, there were really tiny people. They didn't dance around under a radiator, but they did run under a closed door and then they got big. The audience got confused.Sometimes, there was a scary guy with a bulbous head who had a lot of power that in one way or another affected the outcome of the story. The audience got confused.I liked the film a lot. I haven't seen the Straight Story yet, mostly because I'm not ordinarily interested in movies about guys who ride their lawnmowers across America to visit their brothers. But maybe I will try. The most important thing I came away with after seeing Mulholland Drive was to look out for old people who smile more than necessary. This is a valuable thing to know as they mean trouble.
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