I think Lynch's visionary side is the comforting ingredient in Lost Highway. After a brilliant, captivating and deeply haunting start the film totally looses consistency for me - Balthazar Getty seems definitely miscast and his character ends up looking quite plain and uninteresting. I feel like the second part the story lacked something, maybe some charm and rhythm. I wished the atmosphere didn't shift that much.
Lynch deliberately weakens our sense of control until we become obedient and submissive to his subversive surrealism if we want to understand it's turmoil. He has a different language, his symbolic and he juggles with the obscene. Every close up it's one step to understand this man that bursts when meditating on consciousness. He's the Devil himself ladies and gentleman. His the wrath of God.
The plot, the shots, the acting and the mise-en-scène of this movie are great. I can remember watching it with two of my friends and just trying to figure it out. Although it isn't as hard to get as Mulholland Drive I can remember the proud feeling of getting it right after some extensive Googling! The memory of this enjoyable evening makes it one of my favorites.
Throughout the movie I was confused by this title. Looking back on it, I finally realized it worked. During the course of this movie (despite it's slow pace, which I liked but could get on my nerves at times), I found myself on a lost highway, not understanding what was going on, but perfectly accepting whatever Lynch threw at me.
A rewatch. My brother bought it on Blu-ray, and watching it on that format really made me realise the magnificent eye for detail in every scene and every sound in this film. Every frame seems beautifully composed. A fascinating study of male sexual guilt and jealousy. No idea why this was/is so underappreciated, even by some Lynch fans. Still my favourite from him.
"You'll never have me!" A naked Patricia Arquette ... with an ass that could launch champagne corks ... walks away haughtily. This image is the last thing I see before drifting off to slumberland some nights, like a lonely lullaby for lunatics! It haunts me. It hasn't done much for the poor fellow in this movie either. Disassociating himself into a whole different actor right in the middle of a movie. Nuts!
An underrated masterpiece about the deranged mind of a murderer seen through his eyes of insanity. Characters are merely symbolic representations of his obsessions and fears. Lynch has said, that unlike his other movies this one can't be put together like a puzzle. Good point, but that doesn't mean that it makes less sense. It just operates on another level.