The L.A. Film Critics Association has named David Lynch‘s Mulholland Drive as the best film of the first decade of the 21st Century. This illustrates in a nutshell why Joe Popcorn doesn’t trust critics — i.e., because their tastes are too dweeby, too arcane, too referenced, and not populist enough.

I loved Mulholland Drive when I first saw it. I knew it was Lynch’s best since Blue Velvet. But I don’t own it and there are reasons for that. Parts are a bit downish and laborious and a tad overbearing with the dark spooky stuff, and it’s a bit too taken with its middle-class-hating, “are you hip enough to get this?” art-noir aura. I could have put Mulholland Drive on my 42 best films of the decade list, but I forgot to for some reason. I probably should have. But a voice is telling me it’s more of a great L.A. film than it is a plain great film.

I sure as shit don’t think Mulholland Drive is a finer, fuller or more layered thing than any of my Top Ten of the DecadeZodiac, Memento, Traffic, Amores perros, United 93, Children of Men, Adaptation, City of God, The Pianist and The Lives of Others.

LAFCA’s Top Ten of the Decade are as follows, in this order: Mulholland Drive, There Will Be Blood, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Brokeback Mountain, No Country for Old Men, Zodiac, Yi Yi , 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, The Lord of the Rings (WHAT?), Spirited Away, United 93 , Y Tu Mama Tambien and Sideways.