I watch what I watch
this year it's early aughts schlock
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
During that one super long scene of intense grief I said, “I bet this is the scene everyone talks about when they talk about this movie.” and BOY was I wrong!
Good morning, it’s January sixteen, two-thousand-twenty-five, and it’s a Thursday. Here in Washington, a damp haze of dream pop, cigarette smoke and grief.
When I was in high school around 2008, I watched Mulholland Drive on a dodgy movie website in 360p, taking bong rips while pausing for buffering. David Lynch disrupted everything I knew to be true about movies, and God bless him, art. Since then his work has infiltrated my life. As I’m reflecting now, I’m unsure if…
I watched this on a flight to Disneyland and then I went to Disneyland and immediately got on this ride.
It was too long to finish on the flight there so I watched the rest of it on the flight home and now I’m logging on Letterboxd on a plane for the first time.
Anyway this is a true masterpiece, one of my all time favorites, I’ve seen it 20 times or more and I’ll defend it to my death.