22. Mulholland Drive (2001)- David Lynch
Many films that I consider to be very good are "vibe" films - they have no great narrative plot, or can be about nothing in particular- they exist merely as a portal into a world of visual splendour, or an invitation to indulge in the chemistry or dialogue between its characters. Ask me for instance what Lost in Translation is about, and I couldn't give you much more of an explanation than - "its about two people who meet and talk to one another" - nothing really happens past that, the plot merely creating the situations where they bump into one another to do exactly that.
Mulholland Drive is a cinematic paradox; a "vibes" film stuffed with deep narrative complexity. Lynch achieves this paradox by making the narrative so meaningless, so impenetrably undecipherable that we have no choice but to strap in for the ride and avoid attempting to analyse it- we have no choice but to sit there and watch it unfold, without judgement, without question, without understanding - trying to decode what's going on is akin to trying to read a dictionary in a language you don't understand.
Maybe Lynch is operating on a higher plane than I give him credit for - maybe his intention is to create so much complexity, we have no choice but to focus our gaze on the elements he wants us to concentrate on, with everything else being a diversion that takes us to this place naturally - more like being forced to read a page from foreign dictionary with one definition written in English, one that is important and then sticks out in the babble. At the very least though, that is still inviting me to disregard pretty much all of the film. The end result is at best 10% comprehension in a wasteland of nothingness.
The best way to explain it is to use the previous example - Lost in Translation works as a film where nothing really important happens - but it would not work as a film if the "two people meet and talk" vibe part was set to something unrealistically complex. Scarlett Johansson starts the film being fired out of a cannon and arrives in Tokyo, where she meets Bill Murray, a man teleported from an Alienspace ship passing Earth to find out what life was like down there. They meet at the Grand Hyatt at Tokyo and form a bond.... and then the film never mentions the fact Bill is really an Alien, or Scarlett just flew 10,000 miles in the air or why she got in a cannon in the first place. Just forget about that. Someone specifically chose to put those details there, but then specifically chose for them to be meaningless..... but then, I cannot disregard that. I cannot ignore that choice. Its too nihilistic for me to comprehend. Surely these choices are for reasons? People don't just create narrative for no reason? Or to be so unimportant? Absence is fine, but the choice here is conscious.
In the end, this is the type of art that I hate. Well crafted enough to suggest it can't be that vacuous, but in reality it probably is - the sort of art that allows critics to assign it meaning, but cannot speak for itself. That vague, nothingness that only becomes something during a debate between turtle neck wearing, cigar smoking critics trying to out clever each other with their interpretations while sipping brandy and verbally masturbating.
This is Tracey Emin in film..... it's just a bed....
Arthur Crabtree wrote:Dune would be in my worst 500.
Arthur Crabtree wrote:Obviously we all see different things. Some people love elusive complexity. The head movie. Look at the popularity of the Blade Runner sequel and Chris Nolan films
Arthur Crabtree wrote:The Guardian ranks Lynch's films. It's got one worse than Dune!
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2025/j ... ows-ranked
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