Aug 17, 2005 03:38
of all the things I needed in my life 2 and a half hours ago, Mulholland Drive was not one of them.
look at me, I'm surrealist film maker David Lynch!
did you think that scene was real?
hell no!
and that one?
nope!
I'm such a surrealist filmmaker, none of this movie is real!
I've found the key to becoming well respected in film industry/succeeding in life/making every alt boy and girl cream their pants at the sight of my movies:
1. a few hot lesbian scenes
2. a stupid ass spanish cover of a roy orbison song
3. whenever my movie begins to actually make sense, make it so that, as it turns out, that reality wasn't real. and since that one wasn't real, and I never clarified what was real, there is no reason to believe this new reality I've just introduced is real either. so I might as well just end it by saying my entire goddamn movie was someone's goddamn dream, because I cant actually end a movie, because I'm just too much of a goddamn surrealist film maker. that'll make a good movie right? right?
oh it wont?
oh.
damn.
David Lynch can suck it.