Naomi Watts and Laura Elena Harring, in 'Mulholland Drive'

I’ve had a complex relationship with David Lynch ever since I first encountered his 2001 masterpiece Mulholland Drive. I’ve seen it about half a dozen times now, and I’ve sought out other of his films that I’ve loved (The Elephant Man), hated (Eraserhead), or couldn’t decipher one way or another (Blue Velvet, Inland Empire). The only emotion Lynch has never elicited is indifference … Read the rest of my review at Culturazzi.org

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