But while Eraserhead emerged as a relatively gentle, whacked out surrealistic vision, Lost Highway becomes an acid trip gone bad, where violence and sex merge in a disturbing, forever changing mirage of shadow-drenched images that work like a Moebius strip. David Lynch, the director of The Elephant Man and Wild at Heart , has concocted a mesmerizing descent into the bowels of the human psyche. Telling the difference between reality and nightmares is difficult if not altogether impossible in Lost Highway .
Nothing is as it seems.
They live in a sparsely furnished apartment with blank walls and retro-designed furniture. Everything is a sort of muted brown. Nothing with bright colors exists. The city vaguely looks like LA, but if it's LA it's even more remote and cold than before. Fred doesn't know what it means, but soon afterwards a video tape lands on their front step.