Despire some really great moments throughout, Inland Empire's weakness is it's just too long. On my first viewing, I thought it was an unfocused mindfuck of loosely related scenes and mentally checked out for the last hour. The second time, I started noticing the narrative snap together for me, but once again lost interest as there just wasn't enough reward to hold my attention for the entirety of its 3-hour runtime.
"I'll show you light now. It burns bright forever. No more blue tomorrows. You on high now, love." Lynch does Lynch. A decade later, "Inland Empire" remains the filmmaker's most impenetrable work in a career that hasn't exactly courted the mainstream - an ugly (both visually and tonally) journey down the rabbit hole of identity and fame, as a creeping Old World evil infects the streets of Hollywood Boulevard.
Don't go in expecting a rug and it won't be pulled from underneath you. What appears to be hard work is just a way of dreaming: non-linear & without neat resolution. Here Lynch has created a ruminative, spatialise fresco of time, portent, subsumption, multiple personalities, abstractions, etc. It suffers from the largess a cheaper medium affords but is nonetheless a fascinating dream epic with room to breathe.
It speaks to Lynch's remarkable powers as a director that this 180 minute obfuscation flies by. Dern's absolute commitment to the material is astonishing as it's all too easy to imagine the majority of actresses being buried beneath the weight of this grandly ludicrous experiment. Love it or loathe it, it's Lynch's magnum opus. As far as I'm concerned, this should remain his swan song. Unfiltered genius.
I had this pretty loud at the start and repeatedly shit myself. It was pretty excessive, so I turned it down, which was a damn good idea because I ended up in hot sweats at the gun scene. This wouldn't be as scary on film - there was a terror pulled out of the DV in this that I haven't seen in any other film. Relentlessly tense videoart horror with skincrawlingly nightmarish images that'll haunt even your nightmares.
Il ne suffit pas de pénétrer avec l'esprit méthodologique du raisonnement, dans cette construction labyrinthique pour se repérer, il faut plutôt s'ouvrir aux impossibles et laisser s'éteindre toutes velléités explicatives pour deviner une irrésistible aspiration délicieuse et mortelle, dans une logique de l'incohérence, vers les obscurs terriers sans nom d'une jouissive peur absolue et définitive. www.cinefiches.com
this is pure lynch going further on experimenting women/hollywood/audience ideas free from form and even free from cinema itself. this could be a videoart. or/and a movie. that's so free from all strings it's amazing. at the same time, it becomes difficult to connect with. me, for example, i was so scared that i shut myself to it, and then got bored. but i'll dive again sometime. love the ending