(2006, David Lynch)
You know what? I love David Lynch, and I thought this was 3 hours of tripe.
What, you liked Mulholland Dr. and thought you might give the King of Weird another go? Well, other than star/producer Laura Dern’s unfailing commitment, there’s really nothing to grab onto here. It’s like a freefall into Lynch’s psyche with no safety chute. And I lost interest well before it finally reached its mind-numbing conclusion.
Some good moments get completely wasted in this ego-driven mess. And Dern is left to dangle cruelly on her own.