Surveillance

"No two mountain peaks are alike, but anywhere on earth the plains are one and the same."
Borges, 'Utopia de un Hombre Cansado'

The landscape of generic mind-bending flatness is provided by Saskatchewan here, but we are supposed to be somehere in the drive-through USA. A pair of off-the-peg FBI agents arrive at a small-town police station in order to conduct recorded interviews with the survivors of a gruesome highway incident in which the occupants of two stricken vehicles and a patrol car became a recreation stop for some itinerant psychos.

Director Jennifer Lynch has not been allowed near the director's chair since 1993's Boxing Helena — which V saw and appreciated for its "unexpectedness" — but which is generally ranked as one of the worst movies ever made.

David Lynch has allowed his daughter to raid his larder and she's knocked up a dark dish — palatable if not unflawed — from some of his signature ingredients. It's not so much Lynch-lite as Lynch-lucid.

I can't make comparisons to Lost Highway which I haven't seen, but I was reminded of other, out of the family works, such as U-Turn and Little Miss Sunshine (bizarrely).

Grade: B++