(I'm assuming by now it's common knowledge that Lynch is, by a lot of people's standards, pretty wacko; he's taken up transcendental meditation, speaks of bliss in metaphors of water and depth, and wiggles his fingers with eyebrows raised as he refers to it. I saw him talk at NYU a couple years ago, as many did; though I expected to see Lynch live, I was merely one of many diverted into a smaller auditorium beneath the one he was really speaking in. We watched a live video feed of his talk, in the room above us. And he spoke not of film, but of this so-called bliss.)
[[MULLHOLLAND DRIVE SPOILER.]]
(You'd have to know about the rest of what goes on in the movie for this to effectively 'spoil' anything, and yet...)
For the record, I still don't like Mullholland Drive. There. I said it on the internet. Other Club Silencio scenes, and this one, are pretty fascinating though. Theatre of the absurd, amigos, theatre of the absurd.
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