Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.
As most of you may know this isn't the type of story David Lynch usually directs but nevertheless it's a David Lynch film no doubt, his fingers prints are all over it, it's so ever unsettling as it should be, with ominous vibes as we come to expect from David Lynch, and yet he treats the subject matter with the utmost respect, I really don't think that this film should work as well as it did, it's a touching, tear-jerker…
I think this is Lynch's most accessible surrealist work and a prologue to his magnum opus Inland Empire. I don't really get the fuss about how brain-melting this film is, because it's not, I feel like its ideas about Hollywood and the film industry are pretty straight forward for Lynch at least, the plot isn't that hard to follow either. I enjoyed it, I admire the ideas it presented and how it conveys them, it's David Lynch who's directing after all so it has to be good, the acting was superb, the women of the David Lynch universe are so ever deliciously sexy.
With the ending of the movie (The Man Who Sleeps), I collapsed in tears while saying, "Thank you! Thank you!", not because the film is revolutionary, dazzling, hypnotising, great, and extremely beautiful, because it is all that and much more, but rather because it is a shrine for every lonely person, for everyone who suffers from this sickness we call isolation, sanctifying sorrow, boredom, and fatigue, like a broken mirror in which you see uneven reflections of your face, this…
I love cinema and I love my mother!
I said that in tears as soon as finished watching The Second Night, then I went and hugged my mom which is something I hadn't done in a while and told her that I loved her so much, she told me she did too. So please go and hug your mom, if she's away call her and tell her you love her, she's been through a lot both as a woman and as your mother, go before it's too late.