The only mystery here is why I even bothered with this tripe

Rating: 3/10 (24 February 2013)

Somehow this confusingly butchered mess is generally considered to be some of Lynchs best work alongside Eraserhead and Blue Velvet, while Wild at Heart, one of his films that will actually stand the test of time, is, for the time being, probably his most widely dismissed. While Wild at Heart applies liberal experimentalism to the technical aspects of the film, it allows for a mercifully comprehensible plot (his only other works featuring this attribute being Eraserhead, sort of, Elephant Man, his worst movie until this one, and his somewhat lame Disney effort The Straight Story). Give me a break. People think this is better because they just simply don't like ugliness or truth. So instead of Willem DaFoe achieving his personal pinnacle of creepiness and Nick Cage achieving his own personal height of greasiness in various backwater hellholes, you have hot, nude lipstick lesbians making out in lush Hollywood surroundings. Voila, everyone loves it even though nobody (including Lynch himself) knows what the hell its about. Not to mention the really cheesy music video-esque effects that plague the final act of this. How anyone can argue that this aborted TV pilot with a 45 minute long non-ending slapped onto it wasn't truly Lynchs weakest feature at this point, I don't know, but it clearly follows a downward trend that started with Lost Highway and has culminated with his fizzling out as a feature length filmmaker. But I guess all people ever really wanted out of him was to be the most pretentious softcore porn director ever.