content: Whereas I appreciated the abstract, progressive filmmaking of "Mulholland Drive," this movie was so abstract that it took the jump from progressive to ambaguous (yes, that's a word). In fact, I discovered, upon viewing this film, that it is actually possible to spontaneously combust from confusion. To make things worse, I made the mistake of taking a lovely young lady on a first date to see this movie (needless to say, we didn't date very long after that). Patricia Arquette's well-proportioned jumblies are the only two things I found remotely fascinating about this turd.