At first glance, David Lynch's Mulholland Drive (2001) came to mind, as the relationship between two female Hollywood industry friends begins to brew up a storm of jealousy, passive aggressive behavior and mysterious male acquaintances. With plot-appropriate locations and tension building film direction, It had all the right stuff to play out as another one of those rare hit-you-over-the-head and leave you naked with no money thrillers that I love so much.
Regrettably---this never happens. After a climactic estrogen-laced verbal catfight, the female leads seem to switch roles and feed into a sort of emotional ambivalence that takes whatever the story should have been off the tracks and into B-movie ditch.
Regrettably---this never happens. After a climactic estrogen-laced verbal catfight, the female leads seem to switch roles and feed into a sort of emotional ambivalence that takes whatever the story should have been off the tracks and into B-movie ditch.