This past week, I attended a screening of “Inland Empire,” a dizzyingly opaque three-hour psycho-thriller nightmare, at Slab Cinema Arthouse, a small theater in the Blue Star Arts Complex in Southtown. Oftentimes, experiences at movie theaters frustrate me, typically because of certain types of people who disrupt the theater experience by talking with their friends or going on their phones. There are types of films that demand your undivided attention, and David Lynch’s “Inland Empire”is certainly one of those. My first experience viewing the film at another theater was less-than-ideal for this exact reason.
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