So we stayed up all night,

me sick and him just his usual insomniac self, watching Mulholland Dr. I have never been so mindfucked by a movie. Let’s just say I had about 10 different theories, one of them was right but I didn’t stick to my guns about it because there were just so many other plausible guesses. After I read a bunch of web analyses of the film and rewatched certain parts I finally think I understand it… Somewhat. I’m planning on watching it again tonight just to see if I can really grasp what the hell David Lynch was thinking.