I sat and viewed David Lynch's sprawling Thespians-with-head spins flick Inland Empire last night. I am a massive fan of Lynch's variegated, often perplexing and poignant work, but I was underwhelmed by Inland Empire. It was nonsensical, purposeless, devoid of humour or real terror, lacking inspired cinematography and filled with one-dimensional characters I failed to empathise with. And don't get me started on the trashy models (inc. one who was a rougher version of Pink) dancing to Locomotion, Laura Dern's angst-ridden performance or the humanoid rabbits whose dull lives in a muted green room were accompanied by a laugh track.
LJ, August 28 2008.