Lynch's best so far.

Rating: 10/10 (8 April 2002)

This weekend I watched Mullholland Drive. It's absolutely brilliant. I was totally absorbed by this movie and it's been a long time since that happened. Although it didn't all make sense, on a subconscious level it did. (I know that sounds pretentious but that's the way it felt). And the scene in the theatre where a woman sings a heartbreaking Spanish version of Roy Orbisons crying was so perfect. It succeeded in 5 minutes what took Moulin Rouge 2 hours to do. Move the audience. Less is more! And Naomi Watts is so perfect. Forget Halle Berry. She should have gotten the oscar. In the beginning she acted like someone who stepped out of Beverly Hills 90210 and I wasn't really looking forward to her acting in this movie. But (of course) I should have known better. It was all a farce. She turns into someone so complex that you're almost embarrassed to be spying on her.
So if you haven't seen it, you should.
Just don't try to explain it afterwards, 'cause there probably is more than one interpretation possible, if there is any at all.

Jerry