Jacob’s review published on Letterboxd:
AFI Fest 2018: Movie #13
How many times to we think David Robert Mitchell has jerked off to the sex scene in Mulholland Drive?
Kind of a nightmare and definitely a mess, I’m not entirely sure what to make of this one. I didn’t do a whole lot of laughing, but I was entertained by most of what I saw on some level. The central mystery really has such a limited appeal to me, and the increasingly convoluted clues lead only to a disappointing resolution. It’s easy to see this as pointless, yet throughout its overlong runtime, I always had some sense of appreciation that this was one of the most unique films of the year. It doesn’t land right, but it really shot for the stars, and that gave it a pretty interesting quality.
This will very possibly fall half a star or so once it comes out next year (likely on VOD), but for now, I’ll say I liked it. I can dig ridiculous movies as long as they know they don’t make a lick of sense. Nonsense can make for a good time.