As far as what this film means, I haven't the faintest clue. But it's so wonderfully crafted and often chilling that I have to rave about it. This is not a film that has scenes that flow together in any way that means anything, as far as I can tell, but visually and in terms of Lynch's use of sound and music it's remarkable. Basically it involves a jazz saxophonist (Bill Pullman) and his wife (Patricia Arquette) and the crazy stuff that begins to go down after the former finds a videotape of the outside of his house. He then finds a videotape that apparently shows a murder, and things get seriously confused for him and the rest of us. Some of the performances are great - especially Robert Loggia and Robert Blake. But this film is more about atmosphere than story. On the basis of that it's amazing. As narrative it's a mess, or at last a mess to those not named David Lynch, but that's not what counts here.
Review of Lost Highway
