Mullholland Drive(sp?)

I don't think that I understand David Lynch's movies at all. I don't think anyone really does. If anything, people just like to think they do. What sense is there to make of an aspiring actor having lesbian sex with her amnesiac roomie who was involved in some crazy mob shit?! I don't get it, but Naomi Watts is F-I-N-E, FINE. My brain also likes to try and sort it all out. It is a puzzle. It all seems random, but my brain still will not accept that is completely random. So, it trys to make everything make sense and put it all on one timeline. Even though things aren't happening chronologically at ALL. That is all. No moral. No introspection or insight. Read it and weep!