I got a call from a friend. Told him I was on my way to watch a movie called Drive My Car. He said tite. Then asked me how I was getting home for the holidays—might be good for both of us if I took his car, so I wouldn’t have to take the bus, and he wouldn’t have to worry about parking it somewhere while he’s gone. Took me until midway through the movie—daydreaming about how I use my…

This movie is broken into two parts. I spent the whole first section trying to open a plastic clamshell to-go container with dumplings in it. Those containers have those two divots in the corners which are too noisy when you manage to snap them loose. I tried to open them slowly but with that particular method they were really squeaky. At one point I pried the plastics far enough away from each other to somewhat wedge a finger in but…

I’m acknowledging that this is the most terrifying movie! I think a lot of its appeal is based on how it functions as a follow-up to the original series, illuminating what was initially obscured as only flashes of the horror of Laura Palmer’s last days. I obviously feel averse to its bleakness, but I also admire its power, and it might be the most enveloping, dreamy Lynch work I’ve experienced.

The diegetic sound and soundtrack work well in tandem—thinking of…