Atonement is depressing. Like a number of films on our list, it uses its moments of bliss to make the dark shit just that much darker. But my god, everyone in the world should put on some formal wear, kiss someone really hard, and then get fucked against a wall of beautiful, beautiful books.
Please refresh the page and retry. Critics said she had been formed from the same mould as the Golden Age screen goddesses, that she was worthy of comparison with Ava Gardner or Rita Hayworth, while the swooning, enigmatic film — which has just been given a shiny digital restoration — was greeted as an instant if inscrutable classic. After the premiere — a roar of applause and a standing ovation — Harring joined Lynch and her little-known co-star, Naomi Watts, at a photocall.
Like a beautiful drug trip, the film works best when you simply allow it to wash over you, taking you on a journey into the unknown. To describe the plot is to take on an almost impossible task. First seen surviving an assassination attempt and a car crash, Rita wanders away from the titular boulevard with no memory, eventually stumbling on the new apartment of aspiring actress Betty.
A new season is coming, courtesy of Showtime, after the last ended 26 years ago, and everybody is once again talking about rooms that are red and lodges that are black, ladies who log and dwarfs who dance. Only Mulholland Drive is Twin Peaksor started out that way. It was supposed to be a spin-off.
By Max Arambulo. Rita thanks her good-friend with a kiss to the forehead. But Betty of course does that move where she tilts back her forehead and offers back her lips.
Publisher Steidl has collated a book, Works on Paper, featuring more than of the director's drawings dating from the s onwards. Fiachra Gibbons savours the details. Club Silencio, inspired by a key setting from Lynch's film, will incorporate a concert hall, restaurant, library and cinema.
Mulholland Drive refuses to explain itself or even follow a single plot. It feels like the film is fucking with you on purpose. Mulholland Drive is a film about cinema itself, set within the industry with Hollywood itself as the villain.
David Lynch can be a difficult director. He regularly leans on stylized set pieces and flawless performances from his actors to create a tableau that's visually compelling, but isn't necessarily about anything. Call me a brick-headed Philistine, but I think Mulholland Drive is exactly this type of entry in Lynch's filmography. It radiates a compelling, dreamy quality that draws viewers further and further into a film that seems to function as a picture book as opposed to a singular, cohesive narrative.
Mulholland Drive stylized as Mulholland Dr. It tells the story of an aspiring actress named Betty Elms Wattsnewly arrived in Los Angeleswho meets and befriends an amnesiac woman Harring recovering from a car accident. The story follows several other vignettes and characters, including a Hollywood film director Theroux.
As much as we'd like to think that movies are made to reflect the human experience in some way, the truth is that many films, at least in Hollywood, are all about sex. Let me be more specific: Hollywood movies are all about beautiful people having sex. Now, I love watching Noah and Allie get it on in The Notebook as much as the next person, but sometimes I think I've had enough of the overly romanticized not to mention heteronormative, male gaze-dominated sex scenes typically found in Hollywood movies.