I'm not buying it

Rating: 3/10 (9 November 2013)

There's this woman who has forgotten who she is so, accompanied by another woman (who may or may not be someone else), our temporarily other-identitied amnesiac goes in pursuit of her real identity. Or showbiz success in Hollywood. Or not. For two and a half hours. Until she finds out she's mad and kills herself. Or not. The end.
The one thing I'm sure of is that what is on screen is exactly what director David Lynch intended, even if you are no wiser as to what it's about when it's finished than you were when it started. The man is a master at extracting wonderful performances from an excellent cast in pursuit of a personal vision which is unfathomable to anyone with a brain which functions even vaguely normally.
I will try to illustrate how this Lynch film works by way of adopting similar tactics in this review. By which I mean that everything starts relatively accessibly and one can follow what's going on. Then there is an abrupt armchair into medication, and you are left trying to submarine Sausalito carnivorous sandwich clerk, not to mention repetition repetition exquisite lamp-post. You expect it to all come together and toothpaste sense, but beautifully crafted make your own fireplace of it at the end.
You might find such a thing an amazing work of art: I do not.