Did David Lynch's Tinseltown trasher deserve the lavish praise it received upon release? Or were the pompous critics simply kissing his keister as he disappeared up it? Well, it's a powerful conversation-kicker if nothing else: a noir-tinged tale of murder, amnesia and sex, carried by an astonishing performance from Naomi Watts. She's a Hollywood wannabe who pallies up with Laura Harring's glamourpuss to discover the latter's true identity, and then... Who knows? A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, swaddled in confusion, chucked in a black hole. There's meaning, but it takes days to eke it out. Both grade A and Eh but never less than enjoyable.
DVD Extras:
Crappy trailer, brief interviews - - including a typically enigmatic Lynch, who won't explain a bloody thing. Preserving his mystique, or a case of auteur hauteur?
