Over the years, I have desperately sought to make sense of the madness that is David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive. Sometimes I would get frustratingly close to what I perceived to be its true “meaning”—the person behind the dumpster represents the crisis of homelessness in Hollywood, or, wait, no, they represent the obscured lines between nightmare and reality, or wait—only to realize I was right back where I started.
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