Mulholland Drive: Introduction

David Lynch is, of course, the master of surrealistic film. Beginning with Eraserhead, he has maintained a large cult following. His films are strange, his narratives twisted and convoluted and always exhilarating. Mulholland Drive is no different in these aspects. It is two and a half hours of macabre thrills, highly charged erotica, and indelible, shocking, often frightening images. Truly, if thriller could by defined by any single film, this would unquestionably be it. But, like all Lynch films, it is confusing. There is barely any semblance of plot, and two-thirds of the way through the movie there is an incomprehensible plot twist that twists your gut right along with it. Not to mention the three or four completely disparate story lines that are seemingly unrelated. But rest assured, in the end, all is made clear to the perceptive viewer.