This is possibly the greatest film ever made.

Rating: 10/10 (8 October 2006)

David Lynch understands filmaking. The fact that he remains an outsider filmmaker, after a career as studded with great films as Stanley Kubrick's, is a standing accusation of Hollywood, as I'm sure Kubrick's career was. Right now his latest film is out, yet my hometown isn't showing it. I can't believe that. The latest schlock from whoever is there, but not David Lynch's latest.
I keep hearing that Mulholland Drive is hard to understand. I don't get it. I think that, like almost all his films, it's much clearer than the kind of stitched together narratives that seem typical even of many good films. A gal comes to Hollywood, full of dreams - the old cliché. She doesn't do so well, but she does find love, she thinks. She ends up betrayed, on a lot of different levels, perhaps most importantly, by her own hopes, and she kills herself in despair.
I think it's a pretty simple film.
But Mulholland Drive is deep too. It's about the darkness, inside us and outside us, that can drive our lives towards nothingness, but also about the resilience that clings to hope, reaches out for redemption, even when all hope is lost.
Naomi Watts. My God, in view of what she has done since Mulholland Drive, how did she pull off such a magnificent, detailed, emotional, transcendent performance? How did she do it? Well, I guess Lynch played a role in that. But wow.
Mulholland drive is a modern day Wizard of Oz. It lives in a Valhalla of film perfection that few films ever achieve. Watt's character, like Dorothy, seeks the Emerald City and finds that her quest leads to sham and betrayal. But she also finds that what she seeks, she always had, and what she has, no one can take away.