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David Lynch's traditional approach of making the incomprehensible incomprehensible. The cinematography was a big upside, but also a downside. The former with the shots from the hotel, the later the strangely chopped and smudged image. Marion Cotillard was great for the part, as was the choice of that period music, but it's all trumped by the lack of any deeper meaning, which I (perhaps to my misfortune) didn't find here.
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For once again, we have a short Lynch-like film, which, if nothing else, has at least a bit of a plot. Marion Cotillard returns to a hotel room, where a handbag appears. It's actually a big advertisement for the Dior brand. Where did that handbag come from? What does it mean? Well, don't expect a clear answer. This is just Lynch, who is playing around so much that he actually forgot that there are others who want to see something. Well, I wonder if we will ever get something that is somewhat watchable without the need for LSD.
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