hooey! i just finished experiencing David Lynch’s Mulholland Dr.. yowza. wonderful lynchian madness. he’s got to be the most challenging director ever. nobody makes you work for it the way lynch does. i think that’s why i love him so.
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but did you get it?
yes, actually i did. i thought it was pretty easy to get compared to his usual fare.
yeaaay! explain? was it all a dream? i thought so because of the pillowcase at the beginning. who were those guys in the diner? who was that extra blonde woman, camilla whoever? who was the dead lady in the apartment? what was the deal with the cowboy (hilarious) and all the movie people and all the old people who were pulling the movie people’s strings? and why did they call naomi watts on their chain of calls at the beginning? and what the bejeezus was up with that creepy performance they went to? and why was the brown-haired gal yelling in spanish? SILENCIO! SILENCIO! and why did those old people who rode with her on the bus start cracking up maniacally when they were in their limo?
if you can help me out here, i will send you a million flowers on your birthday.
SILENCIO!