Among other films on his radar this week, Andrew O’Hehir’s “Beyond the Multiplex” column offers up ruminations on the excitement surrounding David Lynch’s Inland Empire, having its North American Premiere at the New York Film Festival. The film, still without U.S. distribution, sounds like nothing if not heady and bizarre. Which, if you’re like me, is exactly what we wanna see in a new David Lynch film. O’Hehir writes:
How do we explain the unlikely cultural status of David Lynch? There is no hotter ticket at this year’s New York Film Festival than the North American premiere of Lynch’s new picture, “Inland Empire.” I know two movie buffs in their early 20s who are planning to hang around outside Alice Tully Hall on Sunday night and buy tickets from scalpers (if they can find them), and they certainly won’t be alone.
What will they see if they get in? An obsessive and surreal three-hour picture, almost totally lacking in conventional plot, shot on high-definition video by a 60-year-old director. You could say, I suppose, that “Inland Empire” is about an actress (played by Lynch favorite Laura Dern) in a Hollywood film that’s been cursed by Gypsies. But that’s like saying “Ulysses” is a story about a guy who sells newspaper ads, or, more to the point, that the dream you had where you flew over the Atlantic Ocean with your second-grade teacher and Marilyn Manson was about air travel.