Jade

good for the soul and good for the heart, that is what Mulholland Drive is to me. this film always finds me when i need it most, acting as a temporary escape from the chaos of life. right now, i'm supposed to be writing my notes for my mid-term exam on Thursday, but the thought alone of writing down cases for contract law is giving me a headache. i'd much rather get lost in a dream or the equivalent of that... Mulholland Drive. there is much to love; the jitterbug opening, the dissolving shots of the girls against LA palm trees and city lights, my favourite scene of Rebekah Del Rio in Club Silencio, the i've told Every Little Star, the blur between dreams and nightmares, so on. i grow more enthralled with every watch, increasingly fascinated by the brilliant mind of David Lynch and the beauty he created.

i need to go back to therapy

i have been excited to see this movie since the rumours came out about Charli XCX making a movie (if that makes sense). i became a fan of her about a month or two after the release of brat. what intrigued me in the beginning, like most people, was the album; the rawness and vulnerability in some songs, before transitioning into a confident cunty song is incredible and versatile. as the ‘brat movement’ started to die down, i continued listening, hearing comments from my friends like “why are you still listening to brat? it’s dead.” these comments made my outlook on art change significantly, i realised art does not have an expiration date but society tries to give it one. like the Beatles abbey road is still doing well, but that album was released nearly 60 years ago so isn’t abbey road summer kinda dead now? society wants and needs new things everyday, new trends to keep people entertained and if you’re not keeping up then you’re not cool. trends are ridiculous and they’re ruining identity and experimentation.  this film pokes fun at how singers have become brands instead of artists. they’re performing to sell products and create melodramatic concert documentaries, capitalism thrives and the art couldn’t be anymore disconnected from the artist. one album a year feels meaningless and enhances the brand’s portfolio. relationships with artists and the fans are transactional.  i do think it’s ridiculous the reaction society has to incredible things. there’s this desire to take something amazing and burn it straight to the ground by taking extreme advertising measures to enhance revenue, before immediately bouncing onto the next thing to destroy. *the Moment* shows this incredibly well.  Charli’s acting in this film is amazing, her comedic timing is on point. Alexander Skarsgård had me crying laughing, he’s wearing wide neckline tight tshirts prancing around and being annoying. the score was so good, and the film was shot beautifully. feels like opening night and spinal tap were in a throuple with a24 and then they had a baby. anyways need to go and see this in an empty theatre so i can dance to the opening sequence.