Film

Mulholland Drive

Name: Mulholland Drive
Genre: Thriller, Drama, Mystery
Released: 2001
Cast: Naomi Watts, Laura Harring, Justin Theroux, Ann Miller, Mark Pellegrino

David Lynch's puzzle-box noir sends a bright, hopeful blonde and an amnesiac brunette chasing a mystery through Hollywood that keeps sliding sideways into dream logic. It's less something to solve than something to submerge in — gorgeous, uncanny, occasionally devastating. For viewers who want meaning felt before it's explained, and can leave without every answer.

TMDb rating

7.8

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