No two people may agree on which movie changed their perspective on film. Though I can almost understand the power wielded by a movie like Donnie Darko, Lost Highway is the film that did it for me.
Maybe I just wasn’t exposed to anything other than Jurassic Park, Ghostbusters, or Star Trek, but catching this film unedited on late night cable (a fate befitting films like Videodrome and They Live) felt beyond taboo and introduced me to the mind of David Lynch, he of Twin Peaks, Blue Velvet, Eraserhead, and Mulholland Dr. fame, in one of his better known sequences simultaneously merging the disturbing with the hilarious. When Mr. Eddy gets out of his car with his impossibly huge gun backed by his cronies and quotes traffic statistics to a motorist who wronged him, you know you’re watching something you can’t see anywhere else.
It’s certainly not a film designed to please everybody, but in an artistic medium filled with hacks supporting themselves with delusions of grandeur, it’s always a breath of fresh air to find a filmmaker with a singular vision who consistently executes it with panache and without compromise. Lynch inspires scores of imitators, none of whom can compete, and while this might not be his best effort, it’s no less integral to his oeuvre.
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