Today's "Movie Review of the Day" comes not from Manohla Dargis (whose thoughtful toast to David Lynch and his three-hour brain-romp, MULHOLLAND HIGHWAY, is being praised all over the worldwide web), but from Vern, whose breakdown of the Gary Busey thriller THE GINGERDEAD MAN shows that he hasn't budged in his commitment to "Striving for Excellence." This is one of the finest pieces of film writing you will read this year. Too funny.
As for Lynch's latest, I'm afraid to say that distance hasn't changed my opinion of the film. I agree with Ms. Dargis when she calls it "Art," but I've never been a fan of "Art." I like 'art.' Still, I sat through that fucker twice, so it's not like I'm saying I think it's bad. Those words and reactions don't apply to MULHOLLAND HIGHWAY. Nothing does. No good, no bad, no like, no dislike, no logic, no sense, no celluloid. I would also like to add that I am not likely to soon forget that very first NYFF press screening, which was truly one for the ages.
Lastly, today's "Handwritten Note of the Day" was forwarded to me by Rory Muir, who found this touching letter on the street near her house. Must be a nice neighborhood.