I am tired and gray and stupid before my time

Nuh and uh! Well, at least on the gray and stupid part. I'm sure Mommyness makes you tired.

You mean Mulholland Drive? Love that movie and her in it!

YES! (still hate it...it just seemed like a film school to me)

My (crazy genius) hair dresser also does Divine's mom's hair. ( / Smalltimore)

the only one who speaks in a recognizable (if not always convincing) Baltimore accent. (“Ahm tryna orn,” she complains when she’s trying to iron.)

My actress friend here (she's originally from Michigan) who kind of specializes in doing all kinds of accents is comically incapable of imitating the Baltimore accent.

Mommyness is really bringing on the gray, too, like woah. Speaking of which, I need to hop over to Bitches for hair advice.

I can no longer tell the difference between a fall and a drive.

Falls: [link]

Drive: [link]

I'm kidding around here, natch, but I really did love Mulholland Drive on second viewing after a fairly negative take on first viewing. The structure is so byzantine that you sort of have to know what's going on for the movie to make any sense, even dream-sense.

I enjoyed (and was creeped, in a good way, by) MD the first time around, but didn't really get it. Second time around, I got it (first half is dream, second half is reality) and ended up loving it. Of course, two hot women making out never hurts...

The structure is so byzantine that you sort of have to know what's going on for the movie to make any sense, even dream-sense.

You seen Inland Empire yet, Corwood? Makes MD seem positively straightforward by comparison, and I don't thinking knowing what's going to happen would make any more coherent. I loved it, but (I think as Lynch said) it's a movie you have to let happen to you rather than one you watch.

Haven't seen it yet, Frank, but it's on my radar. The mostly baffled reviews haven't really helped it move up in my queue, though.

Well, I don't know if you saw Eraserhead, but it's like that, though (believe it or not) less coherent, and without the vaguely sci-fi setting. It's...an experience. I'm glad I saw, and I plan to buy it. And the end credits are the most amazing, life-affirming, JOYOUS thing I think Lynch has ever done (and WAY necessary at that point).

Oh gods I love Mulholland Drive. Even when I handed got it figured out, it was haunting, and the DH and I must have stayed up for 6 hours after working out what is was.

Of course, I'm a big old non-linearity sucker too.

I spent part of today mocking a co-worker's B'more accent (Heh, yuh wuhnt suhm wuddeh?), affectionately of course, so I'm kind of glad Travolta tries one.

Eraserhead

As far as I'm concerned: The only good thing that ever came out of this flick is that I know I can always freak my brother out with poultry (especially a nice cornish game hen) if I wiggle it a bit and make a squeaky noise.