Four years after whispering dark secrets in the severed ear of small-town America, David Lynch went over the rainbow and round the bend, dreaming up this whacked-out road movie to bag himself the Palme D'Or at Cannes in 1990. Now, finally, it arrives on DVD.
Jumping parole after a brutal killing, wildcard Sailor (Nicolas Cage) takes his lover Lula (Laura Dern) on the run from her loony mother (Diane Ladd), who sends a series of grotesque hitmen after them. From then on, we're well and truly lost in Lynchland. Don't bother looking for street signs - just throw your logic out of the window and buckle up for a throbbing joyride of sex, violence, psycho-surrealism and Wizard Of Oz referencing, all whisked together with lurid style and black humour. Cage cranks up the magnetism, disappearing inside an Elvis infatuation and a scaly coat ("This here snakeskin jacket is a symbol of my individuality") to burn up the screen. Dern, meanwhile, settles for squirming sexpot, and noticeable support comes from Willem Dafoe, his yellow-toothed villain losing his head in spectacular style. Sticky? It almost got the film the dreaded X rating in the States. We're not in Kansas any more, that's for damn sure.