Pulls your leg but entertains at the same time

Rating: Null/10 (11 January 2003)

David Lynch fans will warm to the familiar supernatural phantoms (an albino cowboy here), kitschy, dimly-lit interiors, nerve-wracking sound montages, and collision of contemporary and period elements (the film opens with a sock hop, but is clearly set in the present), shot in glorious widescreen and driven by another haunting ambient score from Angelo Badalementi.
Many will balk at this, but I have never found David Lynch to be pretentious. I'm as convinced as ever that he just sees the world in a decidedly "different way". I'm sure that in his mind, his stories are as commercial as Dean Koontz novels, chock full of ghosts, murders, conspiracies, femme fatales, profanity-spewing crooks, whodunits, even old-fashioned romance. It's just that because Lynch's background is in avant-garde painting and experimental film, the stories eventually come out, well....odd. As a long-time Lynch aficionado, I enjoyed his latest fever-dream purely on the basis of style and copious cheap thrills, even as I felt he was pulling my leg the whole time.

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