Good god in heaven. That first fifty minutes is one of the most gorgeous stretches of cinema I've seen in my life. An experiment in underexposing objects and textures that so subtly, so strangely and so strongly brings back the mid and later '90s of my childhood, and is profoundly effective in the existential horror vein it mines. After that it gets jolted over into an utterly different movie made mostly in Lynch's usual Soap Opera 'n' Chaotic Screaming Idiocy mode.
'Parently there's some complex 'dissociative psychogenic fugue' Möbius strip business that makes the movie's two (or three?) parts more cogent than they first look if you have some understanding of it, but aesthetically it crashes and burns at the sixty-minute mark, apart from the basic visual texture which is still quite beautiful. My god those are some terrible music choices.
But that first hour is so transcendently good-looking I just bought two different Blu-ray editions that have different color and lighting values. That first hour I was asking where has this movie been all my life.
'Parently there's some complex 'dissociative psychogenic fugue' Möbius strip business that makes the movie's two (or three?) parts more cogent than they first look if you have some understanding of it, but aesthetically it crashes and burns at the sixty-minute mark, apart from the basic visual texture which is still quite beautiful. My god those are some terrible music choices.
But that first hour is so transcendently good-looking I just bought two different Blu-ray editions that have different color and lighting values. That first hour I was asking where has this movie been all my life.