If your mind craves logic, or you just don't like movies, this isn't the film for you.

Rating: 9/10 (20 April 2002)

In response to previous comments, particularly those that claim "Mulholland Drive" to be pretentious and indulgent on David Lynch's behalf, allow me to offer one simple reminder: If we, as viewers, do not suspend all belief the very second those lights dim and the reel starts rolling, we may as well throw away one hundred years of cinema and all its acheivements. Film, by definition, is one big fat indulgence. All art is. There is no real "need" for a film like this, or any for that matter, to be made. The reason we create art is to express the inexpressible, to speak of what is taboo, and yes, simply to entertain. When people complain about a film being too hard to grasp or lacking in a cohesive structure, I feel the urge to remind them, "Hey, it's only a movie." Why not concentrate on the blissful, ethereal visual style Lynch serves up? Or perhaps take pleasure in Angelo Badalamenti's brooding score. Maybe, if nothing else, one can merely enjoy the stunning beauty of this film's two lead actresses. Optimism is the key when watching any film, and I found that there was PLENTY to keep my heart racing in the fabulous, mysterious, and altogether brilliant, "Mulholland Drive." And no, I didn't "get it."