Even though it's not as approachable as Blue Velvet or a total masterpiece like Mulholland Drive, Lost Highway once again represents the way David Lynch attacks filmmaking. He doesn't us a linear line from beginning to end. He shoots right for the heart and blows it to pieces. I'm not even going to start describing the plot- that would take forever and you wouldn't understand it anyway. The film deals with jazz musician Fred (Bill Pullman) and his emotions. Guilt, jealousy, rage, obsession. That's what the film's about and it all manifests itself into a demon keeping a tally in the butchers bill.
Lynch's shots are great throughout the film and the details I noticed made me realize how in tune he is to his films. I never realized until watching Lost Highway that I had never actually heard the "boot-up" of a VCR in a film before. It's all in the details.
Lost Highway isn't David Lynch's best work, but it does deliver a little thought process time that only a David Lynch film can do.
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