It's AFI or bust!

It's snowing here in northern Virginia, which means that none of the roads are plowed, and in all likelihood, also means that most (if not all) DC-area schools will be closed tomorrow. Despite all this, I made a very brave attempt to drive up to Silver Spring tonight to see Inland Empire at the AFI Silver Theatre. (I turned around when I discovered that 395 wasn't driveable, even under a mere inch of unplowed dry snow.)

As a blossoming fan of director David Lynch, I've been lusting for his latest theatrical release as strongly as a child craves Christmas morning. And tonight I discovered that the aforementioned latest release, Inland Empire, is in its final week of playing at the AFI in Silver Spring—which means that one night this week I'm going to have to somehow make it from Bethesda to Silver Spring at the height of evening rush hour—and it'll be a late night, too, because Inland Empire pushes the 3-hour marker. I almost can't conceive of it: 3 hours of David Lynch's trademark weirdness and trips through the darkest alleys of the human mind (think Lost Highway and Eraserhead). I recently reviewed his film Mulholland Dr., and if all goes well, later this week I'll be following it up with a review of Inland Empire!

So having said that, it's now AFI or bust!