Mulholland Drive
You have got to be fucking kidding me. This is the kind of movie that leaves you with a taste in your mouth like you just ate the assholes out of one thousand hatian heroin addicts. I cannot believe I wasted two hours of my life watching this piece of shit. I have corn in my shit that is more intriguing than this fucking garabge. Quick plot summary... Two guys in a restraunt.. one sees a woman all wrinkled.. he has a heart attack. You never see these characters again. One chick is in a limo that gets hit by a car right after her driver pulls a gun on her, she wanders into a house where another girl is staying, they start to be dyke lovers (the only positive part of this movie.) Then there is a director with pink paint who'se (wife?) is screwing Billy Ray Cyrus (yes, mullet and all.) The director is muscled by a gangster cowboy.. and then the dykes find a corpse.. and then it just gets stupid. And fuck you if you are some film school student who thinks that Lynch is doing anything more than mental masterbation with this piece of shit. All you fucking losers who really think this movie is worth anything should be rounded up and sent to the island with the fucking lepers. The type of deep poetry reading (but only in public) assholes that enjoy this kind of movie may try to tell you "Don't look for a plot, it's Lynch... just enjoy it.. it's beautiful." Yeah in the same way sucking afterbirth from the twat of a deranged monkey is beautiful. This movie sucked balls.