LOST HIGHWAY (1997)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
(original review from 1997 screening: updated)
David Lynch's "Lost Highway" is his most imaginatively directed and most thoughtful
film since his debut "Eraserhead." Unlike the slightly overrated yet creepily
fascinating "Blue Velvet," it will also drive you up the wall with
frustration (not unlike "Eraserhead") since you won't be able to
make head or tail of what is happening.
Bill Pullman plays an impotent saxophone player, Fred Madison, who lives
in a posh L.A. house with his beautiful wife, Renee (Patricia Arquette).
One day, Renee finds a videocassette on her front doorstep. They both
watch the tape. It turns out that someone is videotaping the exterior of
their house. They ignore it ('Maybe it's a real-estate video'). They keep
receiving more video packages until one reveals Renee's murder!
Fred is framed, or is he? He is incarcerated and, through some
mysterious circumstances, metamorphoses into a young mechanic
named Peter Dayton (Balthazar Getty). What the hell is happening here?
Is Fred dreaming he has become someone else, or is he denying and
forgetting the evil he has wrought, namely the murder of his wife?
The second half of the film deals with the mechanic Peter who does
automotive favors for a vicious gangster boss, Mr. Eddy (Robert Loggia).
Then Peter becomes transfixed by Eddy's blonde moll, Alice (also played
by Arquette). In a nod to "Vertigo," Lynch makes us wonder if
the two women are the same person or if they are different people.
Then there's the recurring appearance of the Mystery Man (a scary
Robert Blake) who is first introduced at a party talking to Fred - the
scene where the Mystery Man makes a telephone call to himself is one
of the eeriest I've ever seen. But does he really exist or is he a figment
of Fred's imagination?
"Lost Highway" is a spectacular film full of loose ends and inexplicable scenes of
horror and fear. It is chilling throughout and darkly photographed by Peter Deming;
at times you, the viewer, will be unaware of where you are in relation to the scene.
Lynch's slight weakness is when he aims for elements outside of his style.
The Mr. Eddy character, for example, has a scene where he brutally beats
a driver for tailgating him ('Do you know how many car lengths it takes to
stop a car at 35 miles per hour?') - this is more Tarantino terrain than
Lynch's and it feels unnecessary. The other problem is the sex scenes which,
with some exceptions, are unerotic and repetitious at best (a similar problem
plagued "Wild at Heart"). The one sex scene that works is towards the end
where we see Pete (or is it Fred?) and Alice (or is it Renee?) in a blazingly
erotic romp in the hay with fierce winds billowing in the background.
These are very minute flaws in Lynch's most enigmatic and most profound film in eons. You'll
leave the theater in a state of disillusionment saying "what the hell was that all about?" There
are no resolutions, no logical connections, no easy answers, and no sense of redemption in
Lynch's world (And no real conclusion to boot). Add to that the most bizarre cast since
"Twin Peaks": Richard Pryor, Gary Busey, Marilyn Manson (!) and the late Jack Nance (Henry
from "Eraserhead"), and you are in for one of the wildest and best films of the nineties. It is his
darkest, weirdest, nastiest bit of business ever (Red Alert: the Mystery Man appears to be in
two places at once, which mirrors the opening and closing shots of Fred talking to himself
through a speaker - a surreal joke about Fred's duality). Lynch has said he likes unsolved
puzzles. "Lost Highway" will leave you thinking for days on end as to its meaning. It is the
viewer's interpretation that really matters.
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