I don’t tell many people this, but I’m a huge fan of David Lynch.
There were not many people in that class who enjoyed it, but I certainly did. It spoke to that twisted, dark side of my imagination in a way that really sparked something in me, and I quickly tracked down other Lynch films, including the classic Lost Highway.
For the longest time, I was sure that I would never enjoy any David Lynch film as much as I enjoyed Lost Highway, but then -several years after it was released- I finally saw Mulholland Drive, and all that changed.
Whilst retaining a lot of Lynch’s trademarks, Mulholland Drive boasts much more beauty, poise, and powerful eroticism than perhaps any of Lynch’s other works.
It’s dark, sure, but not in the same way that Eraserhead was, and though there’s some nudity and sexuality, it’s delivered in a much classier and debonair way than say, Blue Velvet.
As with most truly special films -and indeed, as with most of David Lynch’s work’ Mulholland Drive isn’t a film that you watch as much as it is one you experience right at the very core of your being.
there’s this wonderful, smooth calmness which permeates even the most intense of scenes, bringing to the fore a sense of desperate romance and unbridled emotion.
All of that combines to create this surreal portrayal of a mesmerizing dream, the kind of dream that you’re never entirely sure if you’ve ever woken from.
All in all, I love this film for more reasons than I can possibly list here.
I never thought I’d love any Lynch film more than Lost Highway, but this is a stunning piece of cinema, a testament to the unique creativity of David Lynch, and a film that left a very big impression on me.
Mulholland Drive is film number 5 on my list of the Top 12 Greatest Films of All Time. Other entries in this list include: