You hate it? Maybe you'd like "Dude, Where's My Car?"

Rating: Null/10 (3 April 2002)

First and foremost, obviously this is not a film for the fans of A Beautiful Mind or Black Hawk Down or any of that mainstream whathaveyou... So if you're into that sort of stuff: What were you thinking?! Of course you're not going to like it. This is an art film from a director who serves no one but himself, being that what goes into his films is his own and not Ron Howard's... or Julia Roberts' or most anyone you saw at the Oscars this year. If you found it to be confusing, clearly you failed to try to grasp it at all and/or appreciate it for even its aesthetic value... I mean, it IS confusing. Of course I don't completely understand it... It's not Airplane II. And seriously, I'm thinking that you can't call yourself a fan of Mr. Lynch's films if you don't like this one. In my opinion this film if sheer genius and no less. A beautifully macabre amalgamation of the contents of David Lynch's head. I'm not going to begin to explain to you what this film means or is about because its incredibly tightly woven complexity is infinite, it would be a futile attempt. If you are at all capable of taking your mind out of the gutter of mainstream pop movie making, I recommend you see this and then you can put whatever meaning behind it that you can... And if you then can't appreciate it, then you might wanna check out Remember the Titans or Mission to Mars.