This "film" no longer exists in my memory due to it being sucked into it's own black hole that it created.

Rating: Null/10 (7 June 2002)

Okay, for all of you LynchLovers I will say for the record that this movie did confuse me heap big-time, and enough so that I don't care to watch it again to figure out "my own meaning" for it. I just have other things I'd rather do with my time. Now I like David Lynch in certain aspects of his creativity, but not so much as a whole. Lynch to me seems like he's so deranged that he feels he must make his films in a way to try to bring us inside his poor warped and twisted mind. Like that girl Nell, (from the movie Nell? ya'know?) trying to get some of us to be like him or at least understand him so he won't feel like he is the only one in his own insane dementia. Or he may be a slightly evil man with a plan to make films and tv series that deliberately make no sense but sells them as a kind of ""art"". Then when he's surfing the superinformationhighway in his penthouse, reading the praises and rants from critiques and fans, he sits and chuckles to himself. Oorrr he most likely is just another misunderstood artist with many odd fans who share a kind of understanding with him, cut off from the rest of us. And I'm peeking through the window thinking to myself if I really want to be one you LynchLover groupies. If any of you have some pleasant (or just crude) things to say to me you may give me a buzz at my email. So Until Next Time...I've been Generic Pedestrian Good Day