Brick and I went to go see the new David Lynch movie, Inland Empire, at its Midwestern premiere. It was not his strongest film. There was an awful lot of Laura Dern screaming and wandering down dark hallways and opening a lot of doors. If you made a drinking game out of it, somebody would end up going to the hospital. I felt like I was being rewarded for sitting through the really long dry parts when a funny bit of dialogue or some really interesting straight-forward narrative part would interrupt. There's this part where Laura Dern is dying (she's just been stabbed in the stomach with a screwdriver) and she collapses in front of these homeless people. The homeless folk have a wonderful conversation about a Japanese friend with a blond star wig. Laura Dern interjects with vomit/blood-- hilarious!
Tons of (typical) violence against women, but something really worked about it being in L.A. Others would not agree with me.
David Lynch was there. He just came out and read a poem about spiders. It was brief, but he looked spooky and great.