Okay.
I just finished watching
Inland Empire, David Lynch's latest mind-fuck. And I don't know quite what to say. I think it's too early to rate it. Suffice it to say, good or bad, it had a definite impact on my afternoon. No one, and I mean no modern filmmaker can build suspense like David Lynch. Even though I hadn't the faintest clue what was going on, I couldn't stop watching. I was mesmerized. The one thing I can say about it definitively is that it is the most beautifully photographed Lynch film to date. His use of light and color is so totally distinctive and luridly elegant. The camerawork was exquisite. His use of ambient sound - torturous. Give the man a dark hallway and an ominously low humming sound with scratchy undertones and he'll make you pee yourself with dread, lol.
Anyway, writing this is bringing me down a bit. Whew. I really got sucked in...maybe it's this cold - feeling a little woozy and under the weather. The movie's no Mulholland Drive, but I think it's safe to say that no one else could have made this movie successfully. And I think the old man did succeed.
When exactly did David Lynch get this old?
This is a good read about the film:
http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/film/200...inland_em.html
I really like this that he had to say about it:
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I think Lynch's newest head trip is probably best understood as not understood at all. Instead, it should just be experienced - a jolt of pure cinema full of revelations about the power of film, but only because of what it is rather than what it says. Closer on many levels to a gallery installation than a Friday night at the movies...
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Whew, anyway, that doesn't happen everytime I sit down to watch a movie. I think I need about about six-eight episodes of
Sex and the City to recover.
Oh, sheesh, and Laura Dern was excellent. A truly admirable performance from an old favorite.
