Under the Silver Lake
Under the Silver Lake
Under the Silver Lake is a 2018 American surrealist neo-noir black comedy thriller film written, produced and directed by David Robert Mitchell. Set in 2011 Los Angeles, it follows a young man investigating the sudden disappearance of his neighbor, only to stumble upon an elusive and dangerous conspiracy.
"I know its not okay for me to say this but I- I fucking hate the homeless. Everybody says we need to take of them, but I think theyre fucking bullies. Poltergeists.... All they do is float around the edges, on the peripheries and watch people eating delicious food, drinking beer and falling in love. They cant participate so they get jealous, and then they harrass us."
"[Standing over chess board] H6 to G4, [Circles the squares and glances bracelet] "NPM 1, 35 to 37". NPM. NPM. What the fuck does NPM mean? [Repeats "NPM" repeatedly then has an epiphant, rushes to stack of Nintendo Power magazines] NPM 1. Nintendo Power Magazine issue one. And 37. NPM 35 to 37. 35 to 37. Okay. Page 35, 36, 37. Oh my god. [Writes chess square position coordinates on pull-out map in magazine] H6, G4. H6, G4. H6. Calm down. Calm down. H6 to... one, two, three, four. G4. H6 to G4. [Circles in map] What the fuck do I do with that? [Sighs] H6 to G4. [Rushes over to Spacestones cereal box, opens it and tries to eat the cereal but spits it out and finds a map, unfurling it] Fuck, yes. [Lays cereal map over magazine map] Wow. My god. You were right. You were right. Okay. H6 to G4. So thats the reservoir, and thats Mount Hollywood. [Rushes to laptop to search for satellite views only to learn that its censored] What the fuck is in there?!"
"Theres a message in the music.."
"Some people dont realise this about themselves, but, uh, you dont have a good smell about you."
"You dont become a Bride without fucking Jesus."
"This isnt a world that anyone with any sense stays in or spends much time worrying about. Youre living in a carnival. Throwing little plastic rings at oversized pop bottles, hoping to win a prize. What are you gonna win? A two-week vacation? A new car? A little money to retire on? Its all just a shitty sawdust-filled rabbit. The things you care about are useless where were going."
"[Sitting on floor] Whats that? [Counts letters in lyrics of album reverse side] One, two, three. One, two, three, "u". Five. One, two, three, four, five. "B". Three. One, two, three. "D". One. One, two... seven. "U". "U". Nuh. "N". And, "w". "T". And... "N". "N". Its "Rub deans head now aitun er newton". "Rub deans head and wait under newton". "Rub deans head and wait under newton". "Rub deans head and wait under newton". [Gets up giggling excitedly and dances] Okay. "Rub Deans head and wait under Newton". What the fuck does that mean? Dean Martin. Dean. Larry Dean Stanton. Dean Koontz. Richard Dean Anderson. Dean of admissions. Dean Stockwell. James Dean. [Goes to window] "Rub Deans head". "Rub Deans head". [Sighs, looks at bird woman then shifts gaze to Griffith Observatory] James Deans head. Ha! Heh!"
