Mulholland Drive

I popped my Lynchian cherry today, and I now firsthand understand what the term even means. I've always respected David Lynch, I've innately understood what an unparalleled creative force he is, but now that I've finally sat down and experienced one of his works? Dude. Fucking dude. Oh my God. Visually beautiful, so tense and strange at all times, even when it feels like it shouldn't be, and the payoff for that? Like. I don't even want to get too far into my own thoughts because I'm sure this movie has been analyzed and theorized to death over the decades, I'm sure I'm adding nothing new to the conversation, and I’m sure the things I can say are just word vomit. But so many details, so so so many little details, that just make Everything make sense. Betty taking a sexual approach to her audition and receiving immense praise for it, when Diane believes Camilla slept her way to the top. Camilla's first audition and cast photo in Betty's dream having blonde hair, Betty being a natural blonde, but Diane having brown roots. The strange way Camilla acts around Diane and only seems to acknowledge her when they're alone, did they ever even meet? Narrative masterpiece, and just. Everything else. Brilliant and beautiful and captivating and. Making me feel the loss of Lynch even harder than I already did. I absolutely cannot wait to experience everything else this man left for us.