I still just resonate so deeply with the attitude of this film, and it’s two main characters, Enid and Seymour. A darkly humorous and cynically insightful story about struggling to find your place in the world.
An idiosyncratic, enigmatic, melodramatic, heartbreaking, insightful, droll dreamland, deeply influenced by noir, classic Hollywood tropes, and surrealism.
On my third watch, Mulholland Drive hasn’t lost any of it’s mysterious charisma — it remains a well-paced, consistently entertaining watch, and continues to reveal different layers upon every viewing. I’m not sure how Lynch would’ve played out the TV show, but what he did with the pilot episode he had and how he expanded it to fill just a feature film is certainly…
Absolutely consuming. The end of the universe tangled up in a visual/auditory puzzle box of symbols, archetypes, and cliches we know to give us a false sense of security as we try and figure things out...but all of that is just an illusion to cover the pit of constantly encroaching darkness, unexpected moments, unknowable things, and seductive evil that lies behind every red curtain.
There were so many times during this experience that I was unexpectedly forced into emotional overdrive…