The Dream Factory/Mulholland Drive
David Lynch and the right wing agree on one thing: Hollywood is a sick town. Like an auteur Jerry Fallwell, Lynch has spent his career excavating all the perversions hidden inside the nooks and crannies of even the “safest” pop culture entertainments. That nice young man, Billy Ray Cyrus, who had that country song everyone liked so much? In Mullholland Drive, he’s the pool man who screws you wife when you are not home. The bright young chipper blonde whose can do attitude solves every problem just like Nancy Drew? A total lez. And that big purple blob thing that teaches children to speak? A card-carrying homosexual. Both know that perversions are hiding just beneath the surface of every product the dream factory produces. Lynch just admits to liking them.