Wow, well played.

Welcome to the forums, Anodreth.

Never seen Mulholland Drive, but I really did enjoy Inland Empire after a couple viewings, I even enjoy Dune on occasion.

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It was fun to listen to the "how movies grow on you" part. That happens but i usually decide real quick what kind of movie i'm watching (my art or not art thing), separate from the story. Like when Kevin Costner drinks his own piss in Waterworld, in such an obvious 'look what i'm doing' way. It was going to be hard for the movie to win me back after that.

As i understand it the whole movie is her lying in bed worrying, because she's got nothing better to do cause she can't find work. The movie is her daydreams, until the end. She's more than just depressed she's got a mental illness thing happening. She came from a small town unprepared and the big city chewed her up.

Her daydreams start out super happy then get dark, because when you're really unhappy your mind just goes there. Reminds me of Al Williamson's beautiful and sad Out of Phase

Speaking of spitting out beer: Guinness tastes like diseased moose piss. Yuck! Sorry in advance for any offence.

Last edited by beldar (2011-03-07 23:02:33)

Well, you know how it is. You're goin' along, drinking regular moose piss with your friends, and then BAM you get one that's diseased. And you go, "Gross! That tastes like Guinness!"

And then all your friends laugh at you for knowing what Guinness tastes like.

Only on special occasions.

I feel like all this talk of moose piss has deftly encapsulated exactly what David Lynch was trying to convey with Mulholland Drive.

Consider yourselves lucky. At least Mulholland Drive has some semblance of logic to it. Not here. David Lynch's "Rabbits" is where logic goes to die.

I don't trust a man that doesn't like Guinness.

I'm glad you guys covered this movie.  solid discussion. 
The first time i tried watching the movie, it was super late and the dumpster scene scared the shit out of me.  I realized i probably wasn't ready for whatever this movie was....so i waited a few days and tried it again.
I love the weird, emotional glue this movie uses to tie scenes together.  granted, it's not a linear story, but the story isn't even really the point, imo.  it taps into that dream state where your questioning everything, but unsure how you got there.

Also, i feel like acid or at least some travels deep inside (and out of) your head makes a film like this easier to digest.  You're not instantly rejecting the logic (or lack there of) of the film, but more letting it wash over you.