Lynch serves up enough irrationally disturbing images for 100 classic Asian horror films, and the bedraggled Dern is so overflowingly open that you can't dismiss the movie as an arty exercise.
This is certainly Lynch's experimental student film. Filled with prenetentious non-sequetar, scene and plot changes, and disturbing but pointless film syntax. He's certainly consistant in his visual "hell" theme, which he has used in almost all of his films, and TV series Twin Peaks. Only this time the film itself is "hell" to watch. It has no plot,but is a series of abstract vinettes,one more bizarre than the previous. It starts out pointing towards a "gypsy cursed" script that is a remake of a film in which both the leading actor and actress die mysteriously,but we never find out any more that,nor does any of it make sense after the first half hour. It's as though Lynch had an idea,but just lost steam and threw a bunch of nonsensical,disconnected crap at his audience. Of course people who are his fans will see all kinds of inferences, like looking at a melted ice cream cone on a hot sidewalk! But what does it all mean?...a waste of time and money,that's what I see, and sadly a great director,who uses abstract smoke and mirrors instead of any kind of direction.
Dec 1 - 04:15 PM