Rating
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Cast & Crew
info:
Naomi Watts
Betty Elms/Diane Selwyn
Laura Harring
Rita/Camilla Rhodes
Justin Theroux
Adam Kesher
Ann Miller
Coco Lenoix
Robert Forster
Detective Harry McKnight
Brent Briscoe
Detective Neal Domgaard
Produced by
Pierre Edelman, Neal Edelstein, Joyce Eliason, Tony Krantz,
Michael Polaire, Alain Sarde, Mary Sweeney; Directed
and screenwritten by David Lynch
Drama/Thriller
(US); Rated R for language, mild violence and explicit
sexual content; Running Time - 145Minutes
Domestic Release Date
October 19, 2001
Review Uploaded
01/25/02 |
Written
by DAVID KEYES
The
psyche of director David Lynch is one that has puzzled many
a moviegoer ever since his first big feature, "Blue
Velvet," writhed its way onto movie screens more than
15 years ago. Exercising an unorthodox demeanor in his approach
to the cinema, Lynch is a rambling sensationalist behind
the camera, suspending logic and reason for ambiguity and
indecisiveness as sanctioned plot devices. The outcomes
of his efforts aren't always plausible (more often than
not, this perplexing angle appears to be rather self-absorbed
on his part), but to a degree they fascinate and absorb
us, sometimes so immensely that we feel like we've unfairly
been coaxed into a position that we would ordinarily not
want to be part of.
Such
factors are what we are immediately confronted with in "Mulholland
Drive," Lynch's latest endeavor, which sees him returning
to those nightmarish roots of "Blue Velvet" and
"The Lost Highway." The movie is a kaleidoscope
of dissolved ideas, lacking certainty and shape, and frustrating
those who even try to make an attempt to derive something
conclusive out of the material. Yet our concentration, as
bewildering as it may seem, never lifts from the picture;
from the first scene until the last, we observe with total
interest, clinging to the substance as if it were trying
to tell us something important amidst all its meandering.
We're manipulated beyond belief by Lynch (who undoubtedly
makes that his ultimate goal), but when it comes down to
the final result, none of us really care. This a film so
psychotic and haunting, it stays on the mind long after
the lights have gone up.
The
movie opens immediately under a whirlwind of unresolved
confusion, as a raven-haired woman (Laura Elena Haring)
in the back seat of a Limousine is pulled off the road by
her drivers and ordered to get out at gunpoint, suggesting
the intent that they are there to kill her. But their goals
remain clouded because they are immediately thwarted by
a disastrous intervention; at that moment, two cars filled
with partying teenagers come racing down the highway and
collide with the Limo. Every person associated with the
accident perishes... except for the woman in question, who
walks away from the wreckage seemingly unharmed.
Later, we discover she has suffered amnesia from the accident
and knows nothing of her past. She wanders into a nearby
apartment, where an out-of-town aspiring actress named Betty
(Naomi Watts) later moves in. Betty discovers this unidentified
woman (who takes the name "Rita" after seeing
Rity Hayworth's name on a nearby movie poster) and instantly
takes a liking to her mysterious persona, eventually deciding
to help her rediscover her true identity.
Meanwhile,
a second plot begins to weave itself. A relatively new filmmaker
named Adam Kesher (Justin Theroux) finds himself summonded
into a stuffy Hollywood conference room, where two mysterious
men, at the command of a midget in a wheelchair who dwells
behind glass panels in an undisclosed location somewhere
nearby, hand him a photo of a beautiful blond woman. "This
is the girl for your movie," they insist. But Adam
doesn't appear to be too interested in the pitch, and insists
that he will make whatever decision he wants in casting
an actress in his latest project. Unfortunately, as the
story unfolds and Adam's life is turned topsy-turvy, we
realize that the decision isn't exactly his, and that unless
he caves in to the demands of higher powers, the safety
of his life is at stake.
For
the first half of "Mulholland Drive," Lynch seems
to have an objective up his sleeve, as he slowly starts
to build up two puzzling stories alongside each other. But
then there comes a moment when the film is jolted into an
alternate reality, and nothing makes sense any longer. Characters
change identities, plots are abandoned, ideas are intertwined
and images of disturbing splendor flash onto the screen.
Like the participants of freakish dream state, we descend
into a world of intrigue that ultimately peels back its
facade to reveal one massive paradox. I do not attempt to
grasp what the root of meaning is behind Lynch's shameless
manipulation (that is, if there is any to begin with), but
watching it unfold is an amazing experience in itself.
Above
all else, the movie is brilliantly executed and thoroughly
engrossing, with performances that scream "Oscar,"
a musical score that is suggestive of paranormal agendas,
and images that strip away our defenses and leave us feeling
petrified and uneasy. Like Stanley Kubrick's "Eyes
Wide Shut," it is a film as hypnotic and psychologically
terrifying as some of our creepiest nightmares. Is it as
marvelous as that particular picture? Hardly. But Lynch
appears to have mastered the effort, and the result is a
movie in the class of "Memento" as one of the
most captivating experiences of 2001.
©
2002, David Keyes, Cinemaphile.org.
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