This movie reminded me strongly of Shakespeare's The Tempest, which I am going to see in London's West End this coming week (starring Patrick Stewart as Prospero), so that is probably one reason why. The Tempest is a romance or tragicomic fantasy set on an island ruled by a magician who used to be a duke. Its scenes are disjointed and the plot barely comprehensible, featuring the sorcerer-intellectual-ruler, a spirit he owns, an enslaved man-beast, young lovers and a bunch of shipwrecked politicians up to no good. It was Shakespeare's last play and it took a few centuries for its merits to be appreciated, but some would now say it is his best, being perhaps a satire of colonial empire. The play is Shakespeare-Prospero's ruminations on the art of fiction, showing the mechanics of theater as directing, story-telling, acting, the vanished line between imagination and reality. The web he weaves catches us all in its threads, players and audience alike.
Inland Empire is Lynch's Tempest. He is freed by a mobile digital camera and an improvised shooting script to tell his story as he likes in the medium he has mastered. He may make many more films, but I would bet that this is his masterpiece. He draws us into a primal scenario of marriage and sex, violence and death with a series of Chinese boxes leading into the timeless heart of human fear and suspense. Laura Dern provides the connecting thread as the story takes her and us through all the layers of contemporary society from the super-rich to the homeless via people living in hotel rooms, a sitcom starring rabbits in human dress, a Polish TV melodrama, a Gypsy circus, working girls who lounge, dance and sing and much much else. Part of her achievement is in playing the wide range of classes assumed by her character, each one with a different look and way of speaking. The plot starts out complicated, about an actress getting a film part and being drawn by degrees into into a macabre logic of sex and death, where linear time is erased and reality is the next shot in the movie.
The technique of this film -- the light, the movement, the music, the multitude of references, the symbolism, everything -- is peerless. The final murder scene in Psycho (on the stairs) is echoed again and again. Doors open into corridors into more doors and still rooms. It is true that Dern carries the movie with a performance that must surely get her the next Oscar. But the star is STORY whose dark heart has never been explored so deeply, except perhaps by Shakespeare in The Tempest.
I know that Dern gave Lynch the title from an LA district, but I want to believe that it refers to the exotic empire conjured up by Shakespeare, now ruled by Hollywood at home.
Inland Empire is Lynch's Tempest. He is freed by a mobile digital camera and an improvised shooting script to tell his story as he likes in the medium he has mastered. He may make many more films, but I would bet that this is his masterpiece. He draws us into a primal scenario of marriage and sex, violence and death with a series of Chinese boxes leading into the timeless heart of human fear and suspense. Laura Dern provides the connecting thread as the story takes her and us through all the layers of contemporary society from the super-rich to the homeless via people living in hotel rooms, a sitcom starring rabbits in human dress, a Polish TV melodrama, a Gypsy circus, working girls who lounge, dance and sing and much much else. Part of her achievement is in playing the wide range of classes assumed by her character, each one with a different look and way of speaking. The plot starts out complicated, about an actress getting a film part and being drawn by degrees into into a macabre logic of sex and death, where linear time is erased and reality is the next shot in the movie.
The technique of this film -- the light, the movement, the music, the multitude of references, the symbolism, everything -- is peerless. The final murder scene in Psycho (on the stairs) is echoed again and again. Doors open into corridors into more doors and still rooms. It is true that Dern carries the movie with a performance that must surely get her the next Oscar. But the star is STORY whose dark heart has never been explored so deeply, except perhaps by Shakespeare in The Tempest.
I know that Dern gave Lynch the title from an LA district, but I want to believe that it refers to the exotic empire conjured up by Shakespeare, now ruled by Hollywood at home.
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