To love David Lynch is to love postmodern confusion. His films excite his audience, while also puzzling them. Meaning is fleeting -- there for a moment before dissolving into a whole new layer of confusion and contradiction. Ironically, however, one of his most postmodern works might also be his easiest to understand.
Though it plays out like a postmodern textbook, eschewing meaning and being the amalgamation of disparate scenes from a canceled television series, Mulholland Drive has a definitive path that might be easily explained. While no meaning is absolute, especially in Lynchian worlds, it's as if his quest to salvage Mulholland gave it a discernible structure, each piece being linked together. Though to give meaning to the affair is so distinctly not postmodern, a careful viewing reveals a relatively straightforward and metaphoric film.