After the relatively conventional The Straight Story (made for Walt Disney Pictures), director David Lynch is once again prowling the more absurd and nightmarish realms of human imagination. In many ways, his newest film, Mulholland Drive, is an astonishing film. It’s filled with remarkable imagery and audacious stylish excursions. It contains a hopelessly innocent ingénue who ventures to Hollywood with hopes of making it big as an actress; a mysterious dwarf who wields his rather impressive power from the confines of a room with curtains for walls (think of Twin Peaks); a pasty-skinned cowboy who hands out mysterious threats; a beautiful amnesiac who stumbles through the neighborhoods bordering Mulholland Drive; and a movie director who is pressured to use a certain actress in his new production. These characters, and many others, come together in a vision that rarely makes much sense, but the vision has a raw, ferocious power that is undeniable, even as it leaves filmgoers puzzling over how to make sense of the goings on.
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