Friday, March 24, 2017
Lynch Watch: Mulholland Drive (2002)
Despite all the Twin Peaks love you've seen here lately, I'm not someone who actively sought out much in the way of the movies of David Lynch. It's always been a guilty spot for me, but I have so many hang-ups, who can keep track?
So I'm finally watching some of his movies and rewatching others, mostly because Dune is the only one I've watched over and over the past 15 years or so, and I still haven't seen about half of his feature film output. Maybe more.
I missed Mulholland Drive when it came it, and despite the year 2002 adorning the movie here and there, it was released in 2001. Early October 2001. And for you kids who don't recall that particular window in history - we were a little preoccupied with planes crashing into towers and what would come next. So I'm not entirely surprised I missed this one, given how I remember my schedule at the time.
And that's too bad. It's a hell of a movie.
It's worth noting that Mulholland Drive was originally envisioned as the pilot for a new series for ABC back in 1999, but it's also not at all hard to see how this was never going to play on network television, even with the, uh, sex and nudity. Maybe HBO would have been a fine home. We'll never know.
And even in the final film, there are elements that were likely intended to be threads to be followed up on as the show went on - some things intended, I would guess, as plot threads, taken up to clear up mysteries given literal endings or leading to additional storylines.
But watching the show, it's not entirely a surprise that a network would have passed on the pilot. After all, the undercurrent of the movie is about the corruption of the creative process in Hollywood by seemingly arbitrary external forces. And it's not too hard to see - after watching 30 episodes of Twin Peaks, which clearly dealt with network interference, and just trying to imagine David Lynch in a studio meeting explaining himself and Wild at Heart, you can sort of guess where these ideas were coming from.
The film opens with a limo driving down LA's legendary Mulholland Drive, a windy, hillside road. A beautiful brunette rides in the back of a limo, which stops on the road. One of the two men from the front comes back and points a gun at the woman when the car is hit by a reckless driver. The woman escapes, descending toward Beverly Hills (I had to look at a map. I've never really been to LA.) and stows away in an apartment as the tenant leaves to go out of town.
Meanwhile, Betty (Naomi Watts) arrives in LA to take over her aunt's apartment while she tries her hand at auditioning and get her feet under her. She finds the mysterious woman in her aunt's apartment and - discovering the accident has lost her memory bust seems to have a mysterious key and a large sum of money, the two set about discovering who she might be.
Meanwhile, yet again, a young director on his way up finds himself in a bizarre meeting where his manager and producers introduce him to two ill-mannered brothers (one is Dan Hedaya!) who insist he cast a woman he's never heard of before as the lead in his new, high profile movie. Pushing back doesn't seem like an option.
Meanwhile, yet again, yet again, a dwarf sits in a chair too high for him, dictating orders that seem to be driving players through their business. And, a young man describes his dream of something terrible and seems to turn it into reality.
I hesitate to tell more, because it won't make sense and if I did make sense of it, it might spoil it.
The movie is not so impenetrable as to be unwatchable nor defy any attempt to piece it together, and it's certainly a puzzlebox or mystery to unlock by the audience without the benefit of a detective to tell them how it all works. But for all those loose ends, what matters, really, is the change at the third act, and what that tells us about both what has been occurring and what Lynch might be saying about the nature of his professional/ personal world. And I am sure there are annotated versions of the film on YouTube or some such to help the viewer, but I'd rather just watch the movie again. And that's not something I say very often.
The film stars Naomi Watts as Betty, the aspiring actress. Laura Harring plays Rita, the amnesiac. Justin Theroux plays Adam, the director. And, of course, Michael J. Anderson plays the little person pulling the strings. Other folks of note include a nigh-cameo by Robert Forster and Ann Miller as Coco (but basically Ann Miller playing Ann Miller).
There's no doubt this film is all Lynch, and I've read that he will not talk about the "meaning" of the film. And for that, I tip my hat. As he's said - it's the movie that's doing the talking. If we're curious enough to know what it's saying, we'll pay attention enough to listen.