𝐏𝐚𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐆𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧’s review published on Letterboxd:
A young woman loses her memory after surviving a car accident on Mulholland Drive in Los Angeles. Taking refuge in an apartment, she meets an aspiring actress who tries to help her find her identity again, ending up falling in love with her. What initially appears as a coherent and well-defined plot soon leaves room to a dreamlike, mysterious and fascinatingly tortuous landscape. David Lynch stages an incorporeal and visionary noir that moves in the balance between the representation of an imaginary world, rich in symbolism and allegories, and a ferocious criticism of the Hollywood production system. Mulholland Drive - as Sunset Boulevard, that mentions and pays homage - is a story of ghosts, love, death and broken dreams, against the backdrop of a cynical and mystifying Mecca of Cinema, in which it is easier to fall victim to the star-system rather than to see one's ambitions for glory triumph. For the director, Los Angeles is a papier-mâché babylon, portrayed as a place of contrasts and precarious balances, where lights and shadows, innocence and corruption, pomp and misery, but above all truth and illusion coexist and interpenetrate. Through overlapping narrative levels, Lynch explores a labyrinth of desires, passions and dark fears, preferring to evoke a mood rather than develop a linear narrative. The result is an open and stratified work that does not have an exhaustive and definitive solution, to underline once more the contamination between the plan of reality and that of the dream.