Old Man Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd:
Mulholland Drive is an intoxicating hollywood noir that morphs into a hellish dreamscape. It’s more straightforward in it’s first two thirds than its reputation would have you believe, they’re just so excruciatingly slow that you’d be forgiven for thinking you’ve missed something.
It’s naturally open to many interpretations but honestly attempts at rationalising the film takes away from its allure. I feel like the movie puts enough out the to use as a guideline for what it could be about but it’s at its best when you just let it absorb you.
Justin Theroux looks suspiciously a lot like JJ Abrams in this and considering he’s playing a beta cuck who gets his film taken away from him it’s 18 years ahead if it’s time. I was absolutely pulling for Betty and Rita but it’s clear they’re an idealised vision, so the third act is crushing, but then again we only saw the cowboy one more time.