Thursday, March 12, 2009


"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++

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