From 2019: Search the term “bottle+rape+scene+dennis+hopper” and you’ll likely be sent to this entire film, my ex-friend Steve Gyllenhaal’s second feature directorial effort (at 42) and Hopper’s purportedly favorite role. Bottle rape at 42:00. There’s a creepy, dreamy, nasty edge in almost all the sex scenes of Steve’s movies, something I think he picked up from David Lynch in imitation of the form—but not the substance—of Lynch’s genius sex-weirdness… Steve, you might remember, directed the 20th episode of the 2nd season of Twin Peaks. But no, nothing of Lynch’s great vision rubbed off on Stephen; ever a journeyman, he was (and I say was, he’s no longer doing feature films, he’s making his bread shooting TED talks nowadays) more in the same bag with those mediocre, cold “auteurs” of his era John Carpenter and David Cronenberg.
If we were still talking I’d probably bring it up, but as he seems to have gone permanently off the rails with his bizarre blog (now defunct) and his equally bizarre 2012 Kickstarter(!) campaign I figure it would be pointless now.
UPDATE 11 Nov 19: Looks like Steve’s getting me in hot water again. Check out these now-archived bizarre reactions to this posting in the Hollywood Babylon group on Facebook. These females and their insulting, sexist, racist remarks impressed me so much I used their names in my latest porn novel.
UPDATE 11 Dec 2023: Lookee what I found still hanging around the internet! A full-scale takedown of me (a rehash of that takedown on the old Gawker) on a fan website dedicated to Jake Gyllenhaal—remember him?—from 2009 called OhNoTheyDidn’t, now archived here. Smelly unclean stuff. And you wonder why I dislike under-educated white girls. The book (really an academic paper, more or less) under discussion is A Poet from Hollywood: Love, Insanity, Stephen Gyllenhaal, and the Creative Process which I wrote in 2012.
Above David Lynch and Billy Wilder: 
"I'll Be Dead Before You Break My Heart" 