tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248041322229371512009-01-04T21:48:37.419-07:00quietminthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00310377872350915206noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524804132222937151.post-42915383669449618362008-02-19T23:44:00.008-07:002008-03-04T14:14:40.535-07:00While the title of this post is in reference to the excellent Chinese film <a href="http://www.netflix.com/Movie/To_Live/60028524">To Live</a>, it is really more applicable to the entire "movie" that is called Mulholland Drive. This monstrosity was the absolute worst "movie" I've ever seen, bar none (and yes, it even beat out Cast Away). There was absolutely no plot; a completely random scene will suddenly be inserted for the sole purpose of introducing a new character, but then we will never see or hear from the character again. The entire "film" was just the director's personal acid trip and made absolutely no sense. Although David Lynch was the director, we cannot forget the countless others who signed off on this project and allowed this "film" to be made. Mulholland Drive, you owe me two and a half hours of my life back!<br /><br />In the much kinder words of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Washington Post</span>, "Mulholland Drive is an extended mood opera, if you want to put an arty label on <span style="font-weight: bold;">incoherence</span>." The [continued] existence of this film is evidence that there can be no God, for no all-powerful being would allow anyone to be subjected to such an atrocity.quietminthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00310377872350915206noreply@blogger.com1