Yes, there are those ubiquitous red drapes, always a harbinger of something.
As previously mentioned, I’m of the schooling that you’re either a David Lynch fan or you really are not. His current movie Mulholland Drive wedges this bias in a tad bit further. If you’re in the pro-Lynch camp, you’ll have no choice but to see this film, because you have been waiting for it for a long time.
Built in the sort of ways you have come to expect, his latest film is another study in macabre beauty. Throughout the course of MD’s 146 minutes I couldn’t help but contemplate how David Lynch started his visual career as a painter. The absolutely lush moodscape he creates from Los Angeles is a reminder of this.
Through out the film the color is stunning, and those vintage fixtures, details that spill out into every movie he makes, are beautifully there.
The only comment I’ll place on the plot, is to mention a sleuthing compulsion I had to remain in my seat as the credits rolled- to watch it all over again.
The finest praise I can give to this film was I found myself completely swept away, into a Lynchian world and out of my own head. The fact that I could buy that relief for ten dollars was worth every penny.
Footnote. I’ve always had some romantic imagery floating around in my head thanks to Lynch about how great it would to be, to find yourself sitting around in a Denny’s all day drinking coffee and writing. “Denny’s” is briefly touched upon in Mulholland Drive.
Interesting observations on the man himself, as seen by David Foster Wallace, circa: Lost Highway.