Josh:
I hadn’t seen this confounding movie in nearly 2 decades for some reason (maybe intellectual laziness?) and honestly, it could have been made yesterday, because it hasn’t lost a step—it’s still gorgeous, smart, oddly funny, and brilliantly acted (Watts’ dual (?) performance is uh, two for the ages), and it still feels impenetrable, as Lynch uses the artificial backdrop a noirish Hollywood melodrama to challenge us to explore the nature of performance, identity, and hell, why not existence itself? ⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰
Steph:
A masterful film about filmmaking and reality and lust and Hollywood and misconception and memory and I couldn’t tell from each scene to the next what might show up, but the threads stayed connected throughout, with every new plot development feeling like its own film within a film, and I can barely handle how brilliant it is, let alone articulate it in a sentence. ⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰
The Bare Minimum 