All of these newer Lynch movies are so heavily into symbolism, and me not being a great poetic interpreter, I always find myself giving up on the analysis and retreating to an online discussion of it, whereby the movie makes more sense. I love them though, its great he can get away with making such experimental and cerebral films. Mulholland Drive makes you go insane during th elast half hour, after they open the blue box...and then you're just left slackjawed. But its a bit easier to figure than Lost Highway, which deals with a topic (see above) no ones familiar with.