Now, on to 'Mulholland Drive'. Now, right off the bat, this is a David Lynch film...which should kinda warn you that it will be surreal. This is the guy that brought us 'Twin Peaks', after all, which made a weird kind of sense, in the end. He has had some wonderful flicks, like 'Wild At Heart', which allows him to keep making movies. That being said, I want to find him and throttle him. This 2-1/2 hour confusion-fest goes over the top, even for Dave. I'm thoroughly convinced that whenever he wakes up from a weird dream, he writes it down, films it that day, and just adds it into the film wheverer they happen to be in the script...whether it makes sense or not. Lynch is like the college film student who figured out how to just keep making the same crappy art films he made in college all his life. For this one, though, he pulled out all the stops. Characters who switch places, double stories, embellishments to the useless story that have ABSOLUTELY no connection to anything (but fairly REEK of 'David-Lynch-ism'), even whacked-out and unexplained symbolism, as well as focused items that don't seem to have anything to do with anything.
There's 2-1/2 hours of my life I won't be getting back.