Coasting through the mid-quarter blahs generally leaches out my creative energy. The end result: no blog entries, no Nexus opinion columns and no astounding feats of National Geographic journalism to sequel my initial effort. Creative output looks as bleak as the east coast perma-glower that has replaced my California sunshine. Even this, this little something-nothing, requires every iota of will power.
I watched “Mulholland Drive” again.
I hadn’t watched it in two years, at least, but I convinced Daniel and Adam that they should see it, especially since it made a nice thematic link to the previous night’s feature, “L.A. Confidential.” I guess I almost forgot what an important movie “Mulholland Drive” is to me. Before that movie, I took a much more passive role in viewing a movie — into reading great literature and viewing art too, when I really think about it. Before anything else, “Mulholland Drive” challenged me to analyze a presentation for any meaning or value and then develop an actual defense of it against those people who would call it a piece of shit. (They exist.) Its the only work of anything I can think of that simultaneously helped me realized the brilliance and conniving falsity of theater.
So after I related the three explanations of the film to Adam and Daniel — (1) Betty’s dream world; (2) electric blue and the world inside the television box; and (3) the hard truth behind “no hay banda” — I went online. Turns out a whole online community has developed since the last time I looked around online. Some very astute viewers have come up with some enticing explanations for all the controlled chaos of my favorite movie, including a neat line of thought involving Aunt Ruth as the story’s most important character.
I’m always going to fear Mulholland Drive. And no, the absence of quotations marks around that last reference wasn’t a typo. That movie’s version of the city of dreams is so fascinatingly, dangerously enticing that I’m even scared of the actual place. But I'm so thankful that David Lynch had the foresight to see this movie through, in spite of so much adversity. Hopefully, before too long, I won't mind being lost in the dark again, before too long.The weekend: work, research and drinking. I'm going to convince somebody to go see "The Grudge," even if it's the same group that I dragged to "Ju-On" last week. (Betty Elms, you're not the only one stuck in a time loop.)