INLAND EMPIRE 3 hours of film art I enjoyed today
INLAND EMPIRE is so Lynchian that it often appears to veer
into self-parody, but somehow this works for the movie; like the unmotivated
laugh track of the recurring sitcom where everybody wears a rabbit mask, the
audience can never be quite sure what's meant as a joke and what's dead serious.
INLAND EMPIRE is in turn maddeningly absurd, haunting, and bizzarely
funny (such as Harry Dean Stanton's monologue about his "damn landlord.")
Some of the shivers are all too real, and I'll admit that the film contained moments of subconscious recognition that frightened me to the core. At the end of INLAND EMPIRE, prostitutes lip-synch Nina Simone's "Sinner Man" while a pet monkey frolicks and a man in a red wool cap saws a log. I have no idea what it means, but I'm glad that as unique a visionary as Lynch can still get funding (in Europe) to make exactly the movie he wants. A fertile and overwhelming work of art.
Some of the shivers are all too real, and I'll admit that the film contained moments of subconscious recognition that frightened me to the core. At the end of INLAND EMPIRE, prostitutes lip-synch Nina Simone's "Sinner Man" while a pet monkey frolicks and a man in a red wool cap saws a log. I have no idea what it means, but I'm glad that as unique a visionary as Lynch can still get funding (in Europe) to make exactly the movie he wants. A fertile and overwhelming work of art.
