The Grandmother is my least favorite David Lynch film. I've watched it all the way through only once, and I clenched my teeth and wanted to get up and leave for about twenty-five of its thirty or so minutes. I found it to be incomprehensible.
Which isn't the worst thing a film can be-I mean I don't really understand Lynch's Lost Highway, but I enjoy watching it. The same goes for films like Olivier Assayas's Demonlover and Clouds of Sils Maria; or Hideaki Anno's Evangelion 3.0: You Can (Not) Redo.
Why did I hate The Grandmother so much? Will I hate it as much on my next viewing?
This feels like an impending long-overdue, awkward, and painful conversation with someone I've purposefully avoided for years.
Fuck me running . . .
