Perfect Movie For Children...
...if your children happen to be whores who need convincing to switch careers.
A perfect nightmare. Being somewhat of a nightmare addict myself, I know a little something about them. When I say perfect, I mean, this one was fucking perfect, right down to the peripheral subtleties that are automatically recognised as shared experience. We know what bone sweating nightmares are all about, and obviously recognise them when they happen; you wake up from a nightmare knowing you had one. Except, we usually awaken from nightmares sweating piss and requiring solace; I floated out of Cinema de Parc with a guilty smile and a literary boner that could fuck any monster through a brick wall. This film is uncompromising as a nightmare, captivating as a non-linear partially absurdist narrative, and funny as hell as a movie. Monsters, giant rabbits (or donkeys), time-travelling whores, light bulb sucking hypnotists, auto-voyeuristic perversion- but I won't say too much about it because I don't want to ruin the surprise ending. (Lynch is the master, and Nina is his queen.)
The greatest thing about this movie is its optimism - it shows the audience the brighter side of life. It shows a few scenes of the other stuff too, a bit of violence, some trademark Lynch gore and twist, but the primary message is about the importance of family warmth, the rewards of compassion, and the benefits of putting yourself in other people’s shoes before condemning them to a life of dire whoredom and being stabbed in the gut with the phallic symbol screwdriver you’ve been lugging around in your subconscience since you've been nine years old. But if you want to experience the movie fully, it helps to sneak some greasy store bought chocolate-chip cookies and carrot juice into the cinema to go with your pop-corn.
If you don't enjoy David Lynch movies, don't see this one - you'll just end up complaining that you think he's going soft, and that this one was too predictible and mainstream, and that it is definitely way too short...
If you do like Lynch, as a rule, so do you. Rule.
By the way, Laura Dern is a hip demonic angel whore actress who is perfect in every frame she occupies. She wants me so bad, it's a little bit sad.
3 comments:
If you did get ahold of that monster, i'm sure he would be glad to have the wall between you. Choclate chip cookie and carrot juice breath must be horrific...
That's right, a damn perfect nightmare. I'd al;ost wished I had it myself (well in a way I had it, thanks David...).
I'll never see Hollywood Boulevard now without thinking about the screwdriver scene,the bus for Pomona, and the blond starlet wig.
By the way Will, are you sure they're rabbits? Maybe they're bigger down here in Quebec, but I thought the guy had donkey heads...
I've got some cookies left and some Peter Jackon's stuff to watch, that may do the trick, may it not?
Yeah, I can't wait to see Inland Empire. By the way, if you want to talk to me about teaching English in Taiwan, I'd be glad to. The way I've normally done this sort of contacting the blogger thing in the past is you can just send me a comment. I promise I won't publish your email or your phone number or whatever. I past the information in an email or a word file, etc. and erase the comment. I have comment moderation, so no one will ever see your private information. :)
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