Dark visions shared the screen with light comedies and dysfunctional ensembles as world events cast a shadow over the 26th annual Toronto International Film Festival
By Owen Gleiberman
Movies, at their most poetic, can make darkness visible, or at least bring it closer. David Lynch casts a doomladen erotic spell in Mulholland Drive, a Los Angeles-set mystery that, for a lengthy stretch, stands as his most seductively creepy dream noir since Blue Velvet. The motifs are familiar (light girl and dark girl, rotting old apartments), but Lynch recombines them in new, shuddery ways. That is, until the film takes a surreal twist that might have gone straight to your head if you weren't so busy scratching it.
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