Experiencing David Lynch's most awarded film is like listening to a dream from someone who once lived a traumatic life in Hollywood - the city where dreams are made. Mulholland Drive is like a reoccurring dream though. Where characters sporadically reemerge, reform, and say things that don't usually make sense. Logic is not something Lynch hoped to create here. If you need logic to keep you grounded, as Roger Ebert says in his review of this film, then go watch something else. Instead Lynch creates a dreamscape that seems like it has something to say about Hollywood but rather not share. Sure, there is somewhat of a storyline. Confident viewers might leave this experience with ideas about what was reality, who was really who, and the meaning of it all. But I've seen it twice now and I swear I saw two different movies. Perhaps a third viewing will leave me with new revelations. All I know now is that I'm intrigued enough to keep watching. Its funny that Mulholland Drive is said to be based off scenes Lynch recorded for a TV show that never aired. I would have gladly been a fan.