Patrica Arquette is like a vacuum of energy. Maybe it’s just the soft spoken-ness, but I don’t know if her range goes beyond indignation and whisper-talk.
Robert Blake’s face on Arquette would be the sole reason Lynch should George Lucas the movie and make weird-ass edits with modern day CGI – at least we’ll get a non-hilarious visual in that scene.
Only Lynch can finds so spacious, so modern, and so depressing.
Pre-recorded mass media tech is only 25 years old by the time of Lost Highway, right? VHS/LaserDisc is nearly the equivalent of comparing the differences between 1992 and 2017. (In response to Pullman/Arquette watching the tapes and Pullman’s subsequent remark that he doesn’t like them.)
The look of VHS is always great with mutilated bodies.
Fade ins and fade outs galore. Nowadays we just knock characters out and have a hard cut to black with a bass sound.
And then she looks like a ghost when blonde.
It’s a great beginning and ending, and just a tiring middle.
The “cabin in the middle of the desert” scene is great.
Lost Highway does give enough concrete stuff to the audience while also maintaining a lot of ambiguity to allow interpretations to branch off into unsuspected places. I like to approach it from my previous ideas on VHS and camcorders.