After a car wreck on the winding Mulholland Drive renders a woman amnesic, she and a perky Hollywood-hopeful search for clues and answers across Los Angeles in a twisting venture beyond dreams and reality.
I’ve given up trying to determine my favourite David Lynch film as it invariably ends up being whichever one I have watched most recently. However, one film that does regularly battle for the number one position is his dreamy Hollywood-horror, Mulholland Drive. Originally conceived as a television series the film should feel like a condensed compromise whilst casting actresses best known for their roles in Sunset Beach and Tank Girl hardly instills confidence either. Yet out of this constrained vision Lynch has created a dark and enthralling slice of cinematic magic that is hard to comprehend in a longer form or with different lead actors.
Lynch is a man who is seemingly fascinated by Hollywood; the stars, glamour and iconography,…
"Silencio! No hay banda! No hay orquesta!"
There is a song in the film, performed by Rebekah Del Rio called 'Llorando', in a way this hunting and beautiful song unlocks the theme of the film, the sensation of emptiness when you loose the one you love.
I would say, that's the main statement of the film, but, 'Mulholland Drive' is much more than that, it could be the lost of innocence, or maybe, a tale about the brutal reality of been an actor, or been a director. To be honest, there are so many layers that is very hard for me to…
"No hay banda! There is no band. Il n'est pas de orquestra! This is all a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet, we hear a band. If we want to hear a clarinet, listen… It's all a tape. It is an illusion."
David Lynch, you clever bastard, you. I am now convinced you are the smartest man in Hollywood. You are the Winkie's-man, and I can hear you laughing maniacally at the thousands of man-hours spent trying to decipher this film. I think about the restless night you gave me mulling over all the vignettes and episodes tangentially related (and even then incoherent in light of the generally accepted plot), the hours I've spent today trying to map out a…
I should be annoyed by this film's stubborn refusal to make a lick of sense, but I'm not. Not one bit. Over a decade after I first saw it, MULHOLLAND DRIVE remains as sumptuous and mesmerising an experience as ever. I'm almost inclined to suggest that to try to decode it and impose rational logic on it is to miss the point - better to just let the sounds and images wash over you and experience it as Diane (the fabulous Naomi Watts)'s hypnotic fever dream. But still, it's undeniably fun to speculate. What is the significance of the manic old couple? Who is the monster who lives behind Winky's? And what's with the cowboy?
Bitches be crazy!!
I saw this by myself in an empty cinema. During the Silencio scene I had a very odd moment, it was almost like synesthesia. As the two women sit alone in the venue and Lynch weaves his magic in that scene I felt like I was in the film, watching from the back corner of Club Silencio as the drama unfolded in front of me. A very special cinema moment for me and one I will never forget.
100 Mindfuck Movies # 24
Lynch por que juegas con mi cabeza de esa forma?
Esta película definitivamente es la definición de "Mindfuck" como era de esperarse de David Lynch. Tras ver Eraserhead y Wild at Heart sabia lo que me esperaba con este director, y es por mucho, mi favorita del mismo.
A primeras instancias, y durante las 2 primeras horas de la pelicula, pude llevarle el ritmo a la misma, observando cada detalle para que no se me escapara nada, luego nada de eso sirvió porque el giro en la trama me dejo noqueado, no sabia como, cuando, donde ni por que, hasta que terminó la película. Así que la volví a ver enseguida, y pude comprender (también…
Wow, wtf? I'm gonna be thinking about this one for a while. Can't wait to read some interpretations. It kept me thinking the whole time and I was always a step behind. Deserves a rewatch.
- Awful acting; I've seen porn movies with better acting.
- Dialogues were shit too.
- Awful camera work; Some idea's were fine, but how it was executed was worse than laughable.
- Bad editing; How it was edited didn't match with how it was being shot. The transitions were awful.
- Music didn't always match with what was shown.
- Sound FX in the fighting scene were awful too.
- In a lot of scenes the light wasn't any good either.
Once you could even obviously see the cameraman which was hard to miss. This movie can't be serious. The first 2 hours were shit, specially the first hour. And I can't believe why people have such a hard time understanding the movie. I also can't understand why this movie has such high rating. Sure the last 30 minutes were amusing, but highly incomprehensible.
Madness. I dont believe anyone that sits down and says they expected that to happen. I love the look that it gives LA, it makes Hollywood out to be the place with the large sign, like Betty's character thinks it is, then we see what the place is/does to you. It was a thrill, i'm glad I have seen Watts in something else were she is good as well as The Impossible. My first watch of a David Lynch film, I expect the others to be just as wacky.
Mulholland Drive was my first venture into the world of director David Lynch. I knew nothing about the film itself and had simply heard over the years that Lynch was known for the fact that his movies didn't always make sense. I was prepared for a wild ride, and hoped to puzzle together whatever mystery I was about to find on screen. So imagine my surprise when halfway through the film I was actively disliking it, wondering where the mystery was, and questioning what was wrong with me, since this film is so revered.
The film itself is very quiet, there's minimal music and even minimal dialogue at times. The population of the town feels sparse as well. Most scenes…
Very interesting but utterly confusing. I like it more after giving my brain a bit of time to piece it together. Who knows how I'll feel in a year or so ;)
... I'm not sure I get it.
I'm not sure exactly when David Lynch's films ceased being fascinating exercises in committing dreamlike fantasies to celluloid and started to annoy the hell out of me, but Mulholland Drive does an admirable job of encapsulating of all of his tedious idiosyncrasies, repetitive tropes, and inexplicable love of mindfucking the audience:
1) Naifish young man/woman who loves mystery is drawn into a terrifying unknown world of murder and perversion by a mysterious female in trouble.
2) Seemingly sweet old people who're really eeeeevil.
3) Killer who epically fails at killing.
4) Plot that progresses somewhat logically until the 2nd-half, then turns into a massively nonsensical overdose of cinematic Nyquil.
5) Little people are creepy and usually dangerous.
6) Anachronistic musical…
Arguably the strangest film in Lynch's canon. A fiendish puzzle that's worth the investment.