Two blonds
"Mulholland Drive" will probably never be understood, but it can be experienced for the haunting, sexy dream that it is.
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Yes, I know by the light of every map and street sign in Los Angeles that “Dr.” is for “Drive,” as in “Mulholland Drive.” And I’m not even sure that the film isn’t, technically, called “Mulholland Drive.”
But I am sure, by the haunting light of the movie itself, that the “Dr.” is for “Dream” this time. And just as it is with any dream, when you wake up the first time you’re not sure whether you want to explain the dream, or just have it again. Or, to bring the matter up or down to sex (which is my assignment, after all).
Do you want to sit in therapeutic conference with these stunned blonds in your dream and explain it all: How was it for you? Or, if you don’t mind my being blunt, what exactly was it for you? Or would you rather just be there with them all, or both, or however many there are — carnally thriving, and whispering desperately to them that you love them? As if that claim could set things straight.
I have only seen David Lynch’s “Mulholland Drive” once, and I am quite clear in my mind about only one thing — that it has to be seen many more times, or even with some regularity. Make a habit of it so that you stop thinking. Because it’s not that anyone is ever going to “understand” the movie, or have it all worked out. I dont think I’ve ever been so aware of that serene impetus, in film and dream alike, to not so much grasp as to follow. You could, maybe, learn “Mulholland Drive” in the way you learn lines for a script, or in the way you could learn and remember a sequence of random numbers. But that intimacy or familiarity might not bring you any closer to understanding it. Like a road, with a car, do you just let the vehicle drive over you? Or is it that you are the car, spinning in stasis, as the tarmac unwinds beneath you? I don’t ask, I just go with it.
If it makes things easier for you, I am quite prepared to say that “Mulholland Drive” is a great film, a very great film. So get onboard. Again, simply on the grounds of being as helpful as possible, I can tell you that it has a very steamy (two erections up) love scene between two women. I can’t even remember the names of the characters or the actresses. All you need to know is that one is the perennial blond who comes to Hollywood with a shine in her eyes (this one comes from Deep River, Ontario, I believe). The other is the knowing brunette, the wounded one, with trouble in her life — she may have amnesia, so she sees “Gilda” and decides that her name might as well be Rita.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.






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