Mulholland Drive, 2001.
No hay banda! There is no band! Il n’est pas de orquestra! This is all… a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet we hear a band. Hear le son… and mute it… drop it. It’s all recorded. No hay banda! It’s all a tape. Il n’est pas de orquestra. It is… an illusion!
Auditions are just so humiliating and degrading. You get a five-minute time slot for a part you’ve spent six hours or more studying for or thinking about, and you get into these rooms full of people who barely make eye contact. They’re bored and frustrated that they can’t find the right person, energy that is instantly crushing and which makes it hard to shine. Going through that process over and over, you become so wounded and guarded that it’s impossible to give your best stuff away. That’s why I will never forget what David Lynch did for me. When he cast me in Mulholland Drive I was literally at the lowest place, and yet he managed to pull away all those masks.
Justin Theroux, Laura Elena Harring, David Lynch and Naomi Watts