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Matthew B. Demented’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Mulholland Drive, at its core, is about a big girl in a big city. It's about how that city rips, tears, chews, and spits out many other girls like her, but despite its reputation, more aspiring actors migrate there day after day.
As of recent, the veil of Hollywood glamor has been lifted. It's seems like almost every week there's a breaking story about how a big-time producer/actor/director was a big-time creep and how dozens of people stayed silent about it, over fears that their career would be ruined.
"Hollywood is HELL"
For me, one of the saddest stories to come out from Hollywood is the life and death of Norma Jeane Mortenson, or more widely known as Marilyn Monroe.
It seemed like her story was already written in the stars before it began, like it had to begin and end a certain way. Throughout her entire life, she struggled and suffered from addiction, mood disorders, failed marriages, miscarriages, and abusive figures (mainly men). She attempted suicide multiple times through her life. She took her own life on August 4th, 1962 (however, whether she actually did or didn't commit suicide is another story/review)
One of the many unfortunate circumstances of being an attractive actor in Hollywood is being typecasted. Monroe mainly played dim-witted, but sublimely attractive female leads and roles, and many believed this was just her own personality when it was anything but, Monroe was smart, tough, and willing to learn.
It's been said that Monroe's psychiatrist, Dr. Ralph Greenson, suggested that she might've suffered from schizophrenia, which is debatable given Dr. Greenson's past actions with Monroe were controlling and harmful. But many modern psychiatrists believe that she suffered from Borderline Personality Disorder, which seems more likely.
Even if she didn't suffer from any kind of personality disorder, it's clear from her personal life and her public appearances that she struggled with these two conflicting ideas of herself: the blonde bombshell known as Marilyn or the curly, red-haired aspiring actor known as Norma.
It'll be just like in the movies. We'll pretend to be somebody else.
Now, I can’t help but think of that dichotomy whenever I think of Betty/Diane.
Mulholland Drive is a very strange film. Every new visit gives hints of greater understanding, but it only gets stranger and stranger.