RIP David Lynch
Excerpts from Roger Ebert’s review of Mulholland Drive:
David Lynch has been working toward “Mulholland Drive” all of his career…
The movie is a surrealist dreamscape in the form of a Hollywood film noir, and the less sense it makes, the more we can’t stop watching it.
The movie is hypnotic; we’re drawn along as if one thing leads to another–but nothing leads anywhere, and that’s even before the characters start to fracture and recombine like flesh caught in a kaleidoscope. “Mulholland Drive” isn’t like “Memento,” where if you watch it closely enough, you can hope to explain the mystery. There is no explanation. There may not even be a mystery.
This is a movie to surrender yourself to. If you require logic, see something else. “Mulholland Drive” works directly on the emotions, like music. Individual scenes play well by themselves, as they do in dreams, but they don’t connect in a way that makes sense–again, like dreams. The way you know the movie is over is that it ends.