David Lynch has let loose the hounds with Inland Empire.  Andrew and I really wanted to see it in the theater, but the release was super small.  Andrew put it on our Queue way before it came out and it arrived in our mailbox the *day* the DVD was released.

(warning, I'm changing subjects)

I read somewhere that the memories associated with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder are kept in a different place in our brains than our normal day-to-day memories.  Normal memories are in a place that where we can access them and describe them with words.  But the traumatic memories are in a place where we cannot accurately explain them with words or access them intellectually.  Rather, they are visceral, emotional, intangible.

(this is where I bring it all together)

Inland Empire is possibly one of the scariest movies I've ever seen.  But I can't really explain it.  The whole movie, I felt jostled from one scene to the next with not time to absorb or analyze what was going on.  When it finished, I was sure that the whole thing was one nonsensical mishmash of scenes.  But over the minutes, hours, days after finishing the movie, it begins to take shape - to make sense.  But not in a way that I can explain or really talk about.  There are a couple scenes that are traditionally scary, but that isn't the horror in Inland Empire.

And it isn't even a horror movie.

It seems that my memories of Inland Empire are kept in that unspeakable zone of my brain reserved for the worst of my fears.  And I love it.