An Eroded Fractured Art School Wreck

Rating: 1/10 (27 December 2015)

This film is a dissociative. It's as though David Lynch magically captured the crumbling, unhinged conscious world on film as you descend into illness with influenza. You can smell the dry rot and with stale curtains.
It's far from Lynch hitting the bullseye; it doesn't hit the dartboard or even the dartboard wall but hits the mat with precision. Forget gushy exhalations about cinematography masterpiece, this is a K-Hole of a film. Now in 2015 it has now eroded to leave a fractured art school wreck.
1. It labours every camera angle leaving the viewer separated from the story, trapped in the mechanics of indulgent camera-work. It's worth remind yourself that the second you feel like this with any movie, a film is a failure.
2. It is littered with bad production decisions. You can literally see the storyboards, the dressing of wardrobe mannequins as you are watching it, which become magnified by the cartoon character lead roles.
3. The story's 'turning point' drowns the plot instead of unveiling it.
4. The lead girls magnetic looks eclipse the film entirely - I can imagine this was great for Lynch's pre-release meetings / investors / publicity office, but they are so visually intriguing to watch that the whole film spins off axis. You spend the film in a bubble of teenage sexual anxiety, as you plot wade, floating above the soup thick cinemaphotography on a raft of personal fantasy.
5. Supporting actors and actresses are weak and uncharismatic, like the film production management meetings, the pathetic Woody-Harleson-a-like 'Cowboy' and let's not comprehend how the hell Billy Ray Cyrus ended up here other than a Lynch fulfilling a burbon addled Hollywood party promise
It's not genius, it's indulgent, laborious, dated, eroded, film school rubbish.