Classic David Lynch

Rating: Null/10 (14 May 2003)

***SPOILERS UP THE WAZOO*** No one seems to know what this film is about. That's just as well, 'cause then I can go on believing that it's ultimately about the mental disintegration and tragic suicide of some nameless, forgotten, wannabe Hollywood starlet. Who was she? Was she a bright-eyed blonde girl from Canada? Or was she a sultry, exotic, raven-haired vixen? Both? Neither? Was she a lesbian? Or was she just in love with herself? How much of her story is dream, how much reality?
In the process of telling her story (stories), David Lynch bombards us with his signature menagerie of quirky characters and bizarre vignettes. If you don't like this kind of stuff--if you didn't like "Eraserhead" or "Twin Peaks"--you're not going to like this one.
But if you think Lynch is the genuine article--if you believe he's sincere in his portraits of the world as a place of both sweet innocence and stark horror, and the dreams and images we all use to attempt to stitch reality together (sometimes to our detriment)--you'll like what he's done here.