Uhhh... no, sorry Dave, you've lost me there.
I enjoyed Lost Highway and was prepared to go with Mulholland Dr. but this is a whole different league of weirdness.Lynch jettisons minor considerations such as plot, characterisation and story development in favour of... well... talking rabbits, people arguing in Polish, grainy black and white footage of an old gramophone, death by screwdriver and huge close-ups of the less decorative members of the cast-and it's all topped of some three hours later with an unaccountably upbeat song-and -dance number.The only bright spot is Laura Dern, who throws herself fearlessly into all her multiple roles.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" barks Jeremy Irons,the director of the film that Dern is starring in before it all goes haywire. Well, if you don't know, mate...
A profoundly unsettling and utterly baffling melange of imaging, distant sounds, identity, reality, dreams and film that collide with suggestions but never clarification of meaning.
The only film I've ever given up on halfway through because it was a completely incomprehensible waste of time. I've never experienced a psychotic break or a brain haemorrhage but I imagine it must be something like watching this film. Perhaps it makes more sense if you watch it stoned.