Not so Mulholland Drive. In Lynch's hands, the tale of wannabes, has-beens and egomaniacal directors is more compelling than most films about Tinseltown, winning Lynch the Best Director laurel in Cannes earlier this year and giving Watts a role she describes as the best of her career. Like Twin Peaks and Blue Velvet, it's dark, sinister and downright strange, as Watts's wide-eyed country girl, Betty Elms, finds her thespian ambitions sidetracked by dead bodies, trips to hallucinogenic cabaret clubs (cue Lynch's favourite red velvet curtains) and a mysterious femme fatale with whom she shares some sizzling encounters.