I imagine David Lynch makes some great home movies for his family. A trip to Disneyland becomes a disjointed nightmarish journey into the subconscious in which his wife is replaced by a tire salesman and his kids become gruesome specters that never materialize but are talked about in the third person by the REAL family that's on vacation, which we see only as dolls in a store window.
Actually I don't know if Lynch is married with kids... I don't care. Inland Empire is he and Laura Dern's home movie. It's filmed with boyish geeky glee on DV and it's built like the barely remembered details of a dream of a really cool story.
I never much cared for Lost Highway, and the fractured dream nature of this story reminds me of it in the worst ways. All that being said, I found myself utterly engrossed by the combination of sights and sounds. Lynch is an artist who demands attention on screen. That hasn't changed, but just scan through the hundreds of reviews that deride a person for not understanding his narrative intent, they are all different interpretations!!
The problem being, that the movie is an afterthought to the trip. And the trip is always to the same place.
Actually I don't know if Lynch is married with kids... I don't care. Inland Empire is he and Laura Dern's home movie. It's filmed with boyish geeky glee on DV and it's built like the barely remembered details of a dream of a really cool story.
I never much cared for Lost Highway, and the fractured dream nature of this story reminds me of it in the worst ways. All that being said, I found myself utterly engrossed by the combination of sights and sounds. Lynch is an artist who demands attention on screen. That hasn't changed, but just scan through the hundreds of reviews that deride a person for not understanding his narrative intent, they are all different interpretations!!
The problem being, that the movie is an afterthought to the trip. And the trip is always to the same place.