After watching Mulholland Dr., I would love to say that I was kept up all night obsessing over the malti-threaded storyline. I would love to have expounded upon the film’s finer points to a keenly interested and well read group of friends. But, being as things were late last night, I slept off.
Mulholland Dr. is one messy, complicated film. Just to build some perspective into this, lets segue into a brief look into film history.
From the earliest films, filmmakers had a very good idea what they could manage to do on screen, and what they couldn’t. The silent films were very important to this reading, since the absence of dialogue led to a huge vacuum which the filmmaker had to creatively work around, or in some cases exploit.
As time went on, and sound entered films, along with many other offerings of technology, films started to get a lot more complicated from the early days of Charlie Chaplin’s capers. Cameras, editing techniques, sound recording, all went through series of innovations to contribute their two cents to making a film more detailed and intriguing.
And we’ve reached today. Where a simple watching of the film isn’t sufficient. Hell, after watching Mulholland Dr., I instantly dismissed it as a lot of intellectual masturbation. But today, after going through a few blogs and reviews, I have come to the conclusion that there is a lot more to it. More on that later though.
For now, I’m going to shed a silent tear for how complicated films have gotten today. That I need to go through a dozen blogs to even make sense of the film. Tsch.
