I wanted to love The Nowhere Inn, because I'm a fan of Carrie Brownstein, and I like mockumentaries. This is more of a drug-addled, surrealistic reaction to the superficiality of celebrity, classism, and the reality of the fakeness of filmed reality. There's a lot of interpersonal cruelty between Annie & Brownstein which is frustrating & anxiety-inducing while it is couched in what feels like a nightmare. What I like about The Nowhere Inn is it's a reaction, one of disgust, which is appropriate. The objective of a mockumentary is to be satirical, sarcastic, comedic, and slightly absurd - and while there are a few really funny moments, the story gets buried under layers upon layers of mess. All said and done, I asked myself if viewers of The Nowhere Inn are supposed to feel like they were on the outside of an inside joke. That is where that film has left me.

Imagine being young and seeing Inland Empire for the first time and deciding to become a director.

This is probably what you'd have made - the inspiration is obvious, you're onto something but not quite there. And you don't get there even by the end of the movie.

The atmosphere is a bit off, at times weird for the sake of being weird, mostly boring, repetitive, and just a tad bit pretentious.

It's fine - we all have to start somewhere and I would've been probably more generous with my rating hadn't I realized that the character of St. Vincent and her friend are very much real people playing themselves. Or at least some version of themselves they think it's cool.

Bearing that in mind, all of the potential symbolism goes down the drain once you realize there are NO characters and there is NO story. It's just a vanity project to show how offbeat these women are.

I've seen people commenting online that you have to *know* St. Vincent's career and persona in order to get this movie. I'm sorry, but it's just an excuse for bad filmmaking.

What makes Inland Empire great is that you don't have to know anything about David Lynch, because the film speaks for itself. This does not speak for anyone. Just avoid it.

This movie has a good first part, but in the second part it gets confusing.

The film starts well and a bit funny, it begins by criticizing the audience and that we always want to see something interesting on the person behind the artist, it also states that it is very difficult for us as humans to open ourselves emotionally. It also argues that it is not necessary for the audience to know everything about our favorite artists and that by wanting to know that, we can easily be fooled into creating an identity of the artist that is not the same as that of the human being behind it. But in the second half it loses its sense of what it means with the metaphors, it is not known if the main character is exaggerating things or is just pretending, because of this that character begins to get fed up with its sarcastic and exaggerated way of acting, It's hard to understand the tone of this movie. The story is not told in the best way, just as the ending is overwhelming since it shows that sometimes we are afraid of opening ourselves emotionally to others and that sometimes we do not want to know ourselves, but it does so in a very intense and very sudden way.

It is not understood if it wants to be a fake documentary, or if something like this really happened or if they just did nonsense things and built a very crazy and intense story, I did nos like it and I would not recommend it, but if you are a fan of the artist which it is about, you may like it.