Consider then, the final scene of the film when The Narrator and Marla (Helena Bonham Carter) stand holding hands while watching two office buildings come crumbling down. It's as if we were given a view into the not too distant future when we'd all be sitting passively watching office buildings crumble into a cloud of dust in mid-town Manhattan.
But were we finally shaken out of our complacency?
Early in 2001, David Lynch released his nightmarish attack on Hollywood in the guise of Mulholland Dr.
What starts as a twisted Nancy Drew-like tale of a bright eyed ingenue trying to solve a mystery while she attempts to break into films, soon degenerates into a Wizard of Oz-on-acid trip populated by tortured souls in brightly lit diners, monsters living behind dumpsters, movie studio mobsters, hit-men who are not particularly good at their chosen profession, and an old couple who become miniature cackling daemons.
Like Fight Club, Mulholland Dr. gave us a world where the main character creates an imaginary other she can hold responsible for her misfortune. While The Narrator in Fight Club could accuse Tyler Durden for everything, Diane (Naomi Watts) cooked up an alter ego (Betty) as well as a dream world where she could place blame at the feet of everyone except herself for what was wrong in her life (namely that she paid someone to kill the woman she was in love with).
For my money, Diane was the perfect character to usher in a decade that would give us eight years of George Bush and his ilk. She was the Jane Q. Public who pulled the lever that brought the Village Idiot into power, twice! And then sat at night, nodding her head while watching Fox News, sure that a grand conspiracy was in place -sure that the monster was indeed not only behind the dumpster, but waiting to strike again.