wow. that’s the first word that came to mind after i watched this david lynch’s sick and fucked up film.

let’s just talk about the very first scene in the film to start this review. that opening scene alone could change my perception about nicolas cage. i never respect him before, i thought he can’t and won’t act well in his lifetime. but this film opening scene could easily change my perception about him. the way he crush that african american man’s head and the way he point his finger to lula’s mom is kitsch at its finest. that’s how good the opening scene really is.

from the acting, like i have said before, nicolas cage really prove me wrong here. from the old “he can’t act at all” perception to the new “he can act here, at least” perception. diane ladd as lula’s mother is just wonderfully disturbing. the way she portrayed a fucked up protective mother is really spot on. as for willem dafoe, i can only give him a word for his acting here. fucking genius. okay, maybe it’s two words, but so what? he made billy peru one of the best lynchian characters ever made with only about 10-20 minutes on the screen. fucking genius, indeed. let’s not talk about laura dern here, because she completely annoyed me in this film. but if that’s what david lynch aimed for, then i must say that he succeed.

although some of the moments in the film felt too pushed to seemed eccentric, david lynch proved us with this film that he is one of the sickest and most original filmmakers of our time, if not all time. his directing here is really disturbing yet beautiful and cheap yet elegant.

like any john waters film before it, wild at heart is capable at showing us a very thin line between pure genius and complete imbecile. not the best film from david lynch, but it’s probably his most bizarre and disturbing.

ps: i watched this film at night before i sleep. then, in my sleep, i dreamt a very disturbing dream. i made love with an old woman. coincidence or influenced? you be the judge.