Honestly, I have no idea what this movie was supposed to be about. And when I say “no idea”, by that I mean “no fucking clue in any way” and anyone who says they did is full of fucking shit. For example, if you read a review that says “this part of the movie was a criticism of society’s xxx”. Just LAUGH TO YOURSELF and say “You pulled that OUT OF YOUR ASS man.”

There was one (or maybe two) storylines that you could PSEUDO interpret to yourself in a Mullholland Drive kind of way. In other words, so in some scenes she’s an actress, but in some scenes she thinks she is really the part that she was just playing in other scenes, now she thinks she’s ACTUALLY her. OK, that was the one percent of the movie that was explainable in any way.

When I say this movie is at least 90,000 times MORE confusing and MORE dislinear and MORE disjunctive and MORE fucked up than Mulholland Drive (which I actually did like in quite a few ways), I think I am underestimating.

And to those obviously insane David Lynch fans who went all out with the applause at the end: Hello, WHAT were you applauding? Everyone in my row just looked at each other and said WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? And no, I wasn’t the only person in my row!!!!!!!!

And p.s. it was three hours long. Three hours of lots of stress and tension and uncomfortable icky scenes and three hours of complete and utter confusion.