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Synopsis? You’ve got to be joking!

Review by Andrew L. Urban:
David Lynch’s intellectual version of a filmic executive toy, Mulholland Drive, is riveting rubbish, brilliant balderdash and a marvellous mish mash of strange events, stranger nightmares, fatal fantasies and the deadly dream of Hollywood. It’s a cinematic Rubik’s Cube in which you’ll never get any of the colours to line up. Yet it’s engrossing, amusing and infuriatingly obtuse. But what a film! Naomi Watts is a standout as the out-of-towner looking for fame and stardom, thrown into a nightmare – probably of her own making. Laura Harring matches Watts in every scene – and some of the scenes are matchless as well as priceless. Nothing is out of context in this crazy-paving movie as we jump cut from one reality to some other, and then into fantasy and the surreal. But if you keep glued to your seat – which you will, out of sheer jawdropped amazement – you’ll have a terrific (and lengthy) time. You might think it’s a parable along the lines of Biblical Sodom & Gomorrah, or you might take it as an impressionistic screen painting of a particularly engrossing dream cum nightmare. Or you might not think at all . . .

Review by Louise Keller:
Intriguing, bizarre, astounding, surprising, confounding and utterly brilliant, David Lynch's Mulholland Drive is a dark, complex and enthralling mystery that will leave you breathless! A car crash; a missing person with amnesia; an elderly couple with cheshire cat grins; a fresh faced aspiring actress with stars in her eyes; a temperamental director who carries a 3 iron; an executive obsessed with the ultimate espresso; a hit man's bungled murder involving a vacuum cleaner; a fire alarm and a fat woman; a Dunhill jewellery box doused with thick lolly pink paint; a wheelchair bound freak who manipulates people from behind glass walls; the Hollywood trip; sexual intrigue; a cobalt blue key; a cowboy in his own corral; an extraordinary unaccompanied version of Roy Orbison's 'Crying' in Spanish; a nightclub inside an illusion; an unknown woman with blue hair …. If that doesn't inspire you to see Mulholland Drive, think about this. How would you like to be hypnotised into a reality that is totally addictive? Lynch's characters are wonderfully written and created; I could spend weeks, months, years just speculating about who they all are and what actually happened. It's a little like stepping into a magical quicksand, from which you wouldn't want to climb out of, even if you could. As we sink deeper and deeper, Pandora's box opens, and it's too late to escape. We are willing victims. Perhaps we are captured in Lynch's mind (or his nightmare). It was a joint winner of the Best Director at Cannes 2001, and I can only strongly recommend the trip. Wonderful performances and a great role for our own Naomie Watts, who shines at every turn, in what ultimately offers a surprisingly big range. Laura Harring (reminiscent of Jeanne Tripplehorn) fascinates as the mysterious brunette. Together, Watts and Harring offer enough yin and yang (and yang and yin) to keep you riveted on the very edge of your seat. Watch out for Marcus Graham in a cameo role – you won't forget the scene. But then you won't forget ANY scene. And of course, there's the mystifying twist that leads to the gobsmacking conclusion. Don't take my word for it, take a drive…

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DAVID LYNCH interview
by Jenny Cooney Carrillo


CAST: Naomi Watts, Laura Harring, Ann Miller, Justin Theroux, Robert Forster, Dan Hedaya, Angelo Badalamenti, Melissa George, Michael J. Anderson

DIRECTOR: David Lynch

PRODUCERS: Neal Edelstein, Joyce Eliason, Tony Krantz, Michael Polaire, Alain Sarde, Mary Sweeney

SCRIPT: David Lynch


EDITOR: Mary Sweeney

MUSIC: Angelo Badalamenti


RUNNING TIME: 146 minutes



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