Incomprehensible film, a sort of corrupted infinite loop. Ostensibly about a young actress who comes to LA and gets mixed up with an amnesiac.
It could - obliquely - be about the difficulties of getting films made, and the scene with the man spitting his coffee out the funniest in it. (Actually the trouble the hit man gets into is also funny.)
David Lynch's own sound design gives the film an ominous undercurrent, but frankly the plot turns - no, forget plot - the succession of sequences - are absolutely baffling. I suppose it works best as a dream, with all its illogicality, and currents of tenderness, love, fear, madness and horror.
Naomi Watts, Laura Elena Harring, Justin Theroux, Robert Forster, Dan Hedaya, Ann Miller,
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| Difficult to see, I know, but this is a twist on the famous shot from Persona |
Photographed by Peter Deming, edited by Mary Sweeney (who also co-produced), production design Jack Fisk. The producer Alain Sarde (also Vera Drake, The Pianist) is a table lamp. (What? I'm being Lynchian.)
Remind me not to watch any more David Lynch films. Well... they're kinda fun, I guess. In a bonkers way.
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