And yet the movie still plays--like a movie. Every individual sequence is satisfactory and effective in and of itself. It's just that they resist efforts to make them neatly add up. Often we seem to watch fragments of other movies, or threads of this one never completed.(Ebert)
Postmodernism is a movement away from the viewpoint of modernism. More specifically it is a tendency in contemporary culture characterized by the problem of objective truth and inherent suspicion towards global cultural narrative or meta-narrative. It involves the belief that many, if not all, apparent realities are only social constructs, as they are subject to change inherent to time and place. It emphasizes the role of language, power relations, and motivations; in particular it attacks the use of sharp classifications such as male versus female, straight versus gay, white versus black, and imperial versus colonial. Rather, it holds realities to be plural and relative, and dependent on who the interested parties are and what their interests consist in. It attempts to problematise modernist overconfidence, by drawing into sharp contrast the difference between how confident speakers are of their positions versus how confident they need to be to serve their supposed purposes.
No, Audrey would have been Rita, the dark-haired woman in trouble, with brain damage from a car accident.
Which, come to think of it, was exactly the character played by Sherilyn Fenn, the original Audrey Horne, in "Wild At Heart."
At the time Barry Gifford and I were writing the script for "Lost Highway," I was sort of obsessed with the O.J. Simpson trial. Barry and I never talked about it this way, but I think the film is somehow related to that.
What struck me about O.J. Simpson was that he was able to smile and laugh. He was able to go golfing with seemingly very few problems about the whole thing. I wondered how, if a person did these deeds, he could go on living. And we found this great psychology term -- "psychogenic fugue" -- describing an event where the mind tricks itself to escape some horror. So, in a way, "Lost Highway" is about that. And the fact that nothing can stay hidden forever.*
The sad part about this is that every time I sing this song, especially the version from “Mulholland Drive”, I am crying inside, dying over a love lost and hanging on every word as if the experience happened yesterday... “then I saw you last night”... “you wished me well, you couldn’t tell”... “que estava Llorando”. It’s real when I sing it because the pain still lives inside of me.
When I met David that fateful morning I was not aware that he was recording my voice. I sang with all of my heart and soul and I left very shortly after. Little did I know that the recording would haunt David to the point of writing a special part in his then pilot, “Mulholland Drive”. It was such a thrill to receive the phone call from my faithful friend and agent, Brian Loucks at CAA while I was struggling in Nashville to say that David wanted me to fly to L.A. and film my part.
It was my first movie... my first trailer… my first 15 hour day on a set. Whew!!! Actors work really hard. I developed a whole new respect for the art and the actor. It was long hard work but I loved every minute of it.
When I heard that the pilot had been cancelled, my heart fell to the ground. I was not going to be the next Vonda Shepard to this fabulous, freaky series. Boohoo. But I was no stranger to loss/disappointment. My record was never released and I had to start all over again. And that I did…
So The Pilot grew up to be a Movie!!! And Rebekah Del Rio was in like Flint! I was going to be in my first Movie... just me and my pipes... not a band scene, or a passing by scene but me all by my lonesome singing my favorite song and crying and looking miserable. It was so exciting.
I was so thrilled the first time I saw the Movie. I sat next to David and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the screen or my mouth closed. I was so intrigued and frankly quite confused for even I, who was in the film, wasn’t exactly sure what the story was about. Honestly, I had to see it 6 times before I figured it out. I saw it in different theatres just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It is truly "a love story in the city of dreams"... dreams being the operative word here. I can’t give it away or my interpretation of it but I can say that it is so real and surreal at the same time... truly a masterpiece and one of my favorite David Lynch films.
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