From The Brunching Shuttlecocks: excerpts from a Mullholland Falls review.

The story is...well...it's kinda...well...that's a good question.

Basically, you have this blond chick from the Midwest who comes to LA with dreams of stardom. And you have this brunette who is in a limo accident, loses her memory and ends up in blond chick's shower. And there's a director who's being threatened into casting a certain actress in his movie against his wishes. And there's the cowboy, can't forget the cowboy.

This is style, baby, style. Your first thought upon seeing the film is that everyone in it is a very bad actor. You're wrong. Trust me on this. You may think the plot makes no sense. You're wrong. You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful house, you may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful wife.

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"Did I mention the lesbian sex? There are a couple of really, really wonderfully explicit lesbian sex scenes. They are hot, hot, hot, steamy hot, hot, hot. Makes everything else in movie completely unimportant. It's amazing what you can put up with in a flick if it has incredibly blisteringly hot lesbian sex scenes.

Fuck Harry Potter and Monsters Inc (and its Star Wars II preview). To quote a country yokel ute bumper sticker: "Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians."