If it's possible for a film to suffer from too much "Lynch factor," this one's a textbook example. An overwrought mess, saved only by its beautiful cinematography and accurate portrayal of the way drug addiction makes some people behave.
Worst of all, this film is downright boring in parts. I never expected to be bored watching a Lynch film, but this one did it to me. I did finally "get it" after seeing it for what I think was the second or third time since its release -- it's weird enough that it may take time to filter through the usual mental screens that serve to filter out this sort of nonsense.
If you're new to Lynch, I suggest you 'de-virginize' with one of his other films, perhaps Blue Velvet.
Not up to Lynch's usual standards, this one's an exercise in self-indulgence that could make even the most ostentatious filmmaker start blushing. For hard-core Lynch fans only.
Worst of all, this film is downright boring in parts. I never expected to be bored watching a Lynch film, but this one did it to me. I did finally "get it" after seeing it for what I think was the second or third time since its release -- it's weird enough that it may take time to filter through the usual mental screens that serve to filter out this sort of nonsense.
If you're new to Lynch, I suggest you 'de-virginize' with one of his other films, perhaps Blue Velvet.
Not up to Lynch's usual standards, this one's an exercise in self-indulgence that could make even the most ostentatious filmmaker start blushing. For hard-core Lynch fans only.