I apologize for being a bit high-minded and preachy in my rant on Mulholland Drive. I really thought "Blue Velvet" was wonderful but he hasn't "given" us a straight story before that or since. Not that an artist has to stay still but David Lynch is one artist who I have to stay away from. After one of his films, I feel like I have nettles in my clothes. I'm constantly picking annoying fragements out and puzzling over them, only to discard them. None of them _mean_ anything yet he has a knack for annoying people. We pay him to annoy us.
Have you ever been in a car wreck? In the aftermath, as people are in shock, they are in a nightmar-ish mental scape where nothing much seems important and everything seems unfamiliar and disquieting. Mister Lynch puts me in that space and I don't want to subsidize anyone who produces that much additional stress. By the way, Michael, in the except of your post, below, you've made my argument for me. You say that you got something out of the film, yet your lasting impression is one of nettles. Why would you pay to obtain that sensation? :) Jim Mike said, I reserve my right to indulge myself as I see fit and if my choices seem ridiculous to Lama, then so be it. No hard feelings. <edited> BTW, you forgot to mention the scene in the restaurant where the guy collapses after seeing the figure in the parking lot. What was that about ?
