I have to say that this film makes the German judicial system look very dramatic. Not only do the lawyers for the defence and prosecution repeatedly produce previously undeclared evidence in order to wrongfoot their opponents, they also get to go on extended diatribes about each other’s lack of moral standing (to rapturous applause from the public gallery), and to randomly fire questions from their respective sides of the courtroom - both at the poor, confused witness stuck in the…
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…
"Don't you just love old music?"
"Things sound so much better on vinyl."
Actual lines of dialogue spoken in this movie. Fuck you, you self-absorbed, pretentious douchebags.
Half a star each for the three leads, who I thought delivered competent performances despite the material they had to work with.