It’s funny, because I’d forgotten this was produced by David Lynch’s company, and at one point during the movie I flashed on an undefinable sensation of being on the right side of weird (like this and The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans) and how difficult it must be to hold back and just go simple like in Lynch’s INLAND EMPIRE.
This movie is so good, so beautiful, so creepy, so funny. Ernst Reijseger’s music is marvelous and all of the non-Chloe Sevigny performances rock. (Chloe is merely there taking up space.)
Movies like Taxi Driver have done “descent into madness” so well there’s no point to it anymore. MSMSWHYD? joins the ranks of the (similarly ignored) Revolution #9 that just says, “this guy is nuts, so let’s make a movie.”
God is in the oatmeal, to be sure.
