David Lynch really was a master of ambience. Lost Highway is one of the closest representations I’ve seen in film of the fragmented, hazy and surreal nature of dreams.
One thing Lost Highway makes clear is Lynch’s love for music; the soundtrack is impeccable and there are a multitude of music references throughout the movie, for example, for fans of Black Flag, Henry Rollins makes an appearance in a minor role here.
This movie was made exactly how it should have been made. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t down to watch it again.
You know what, this was a pleasant experience and I think I learned a valuable life lesson: there’s nothing wrong with being different (British).
In the same week I’ve seen Sunset Boulevard both on Broadway and in theaters, and I can now attest to how fantastic of a story this is. Everything from the witty dialogue, to the film noir style narration, is near flawless. There is no doubt that this is a Hollywood staple.
