Okay — so I rented the latest effort from David Lynch, Mulholland Drive. I was a little unsure about it, since the last new Lynch film I’d seen was Lost Highway, which I could not get into at all, and chalked up as two hours of my life that I wouldn’t get back.
After watching Mulholland Drive…
…I give up on David Lynch. Now I need four hours of my life back from him, instead of just two.
Maybe if I got it, I’d know if it was good or not — but Lynch is just too wierd, even for me.