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I watched it on DVD a few days back. Have watched parts of it again since that first viewing. I don't get lots of it, but it's possibly the most haunting film I've seen and I mean that in a good way. David Lynch has the uncanny ability to get right inside my head with his dream-like scenarios (in this film and others). I have a feeling that, in this unique film portrait of a woman losing her sense of time, place and identity, Lynch comes close to capturing the terror that severe schizophrenics must often feel.
I'm not a schizophrenic, neither is Lynch, and that's not what the film is about. There are scenes in this film that, in my opinion, go to the core about the "terror that lurks just beneath the surface" of anyone's reality. His ability to capture this visually is uncanny. (Don't know if I mean that in the Freudian sense...been a long time since college and my reading of Freud.)
The final 15 minutes or so of this film, after Laura Dern stumbles across Hollywood Blvd. to collapse among the homeless, and what happens after, are truly stunning. Dern's performance is beyond amazing.
There is also a random scene where a tall blonde woman (Dern? I'm not sure) is walking fast in an arced path, in darkness but illuminated by a spotlight (it's filmed in slow-motion) that ends up taking her directly into the camera. What happens there literally makes the hairs stand up on my body. It's like Lynch plugged right in to my subconscious.
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