Concussed or dreaming, she staggers down the steep hill in her cocktail dress and takes refuge in an apartment complex.īut the mysterious and rather menacing powers that be, personified by The Cowboy (Monty Montgomery), tell him it has to be Camilla Rhodes. While being driven on Mulholland at night, she is in a car accident. Beautiful, sultry, voluptuous, but with more than a hint of a noir B-picture dame (or even the San Fernando route). Romance-wise, LA is a city of the walking wounded where sometimes you have to stop to remember whom you’ve fucked.ī | The brunette (Laura Harring). She ought to know - she was married to Wally once. That’s what we learn from the top-notch casting agent who is there, the one who scoops up Betty for a shot at The Sylvia North Story (a “real” picture). Not that there is going to be a show, because the wretchedly amiable Wally (James Karen), the would-be producer at the audition, is never going to get his picture set up. When she does her audition, with the absurdly tanned and ossified Chad Everett as Jimmy “Woody” Katz, she wows everyone, she puts his hesitant hand on her ass, and she stops the show. Still, it is regarded as a monument to something (it did open in October 2001), including the death and ghostly afterlife of the picture business and the forlorn attempt of so many pretty girls to reach the screen and be as important as the water. Here is a film in which the attitude to the world opts for fatal atmosphere instead of resolution. Even its greatest admirers are loathe to explain it or endure it being explained.
Why? Essentially, because it is a mystery film that never settles its own mystery. This is the history that lies behind the film Chinatown.ī | Mulholland Dr, the 2001 film by David Lynch, very well reviewed in its time, but of growing authority and reputation. The street is named for William Mulholland (1855–1935), the LA superintendent of water and power, the engineer who carried out the transit plan that brought drinkable water and blue pools from the Owens Valley and the Sierra to the city. Wildlife: eagles, coyote, feral cats, deer, snakes and wilder still.
The road has many stately mansions ( Marlon Brando and Jack Nicholson) and many abandoned shacks where you may find traces of love trysts, drug deals and the gathering of gangs like those of Charles Manson. Though dangerous for driving because of its many blind curves, the road is celebrated for its immense views - of the city to the south, at night like a jewellery case spilled in neon, etc to the north, of the dense and overheated San Fernando Valley (the place where the porn industry operates) to the west, of the infinite Pacific and sometimes to the east, the dusty shimmer of the desert that separates Los Angeles from the rest of the US. Going west, the first stretch is a made-up road, but then it turns into dirt. A | Mulholland Dr, a street-sign pertaining to the rolling, twisting road that follows the mountain ridge to the north of Los Angeles and which reaches nearly 50 miles, from just northwest of downtown to the Pacific Ocean.
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