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Overall Rating
 Awesome: 30%
Worth A Look: 14%
Average: 7%
Pretty Bad: 23%
Total Crap: 26%
5 reviews, 70 user ratings
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| Lost Highway |
by Chris Parry
"Avoid unless the walls are breathing. In that case, trip out."

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"Fred Madison, a saxophonist, is accused under mysterious circumstances of murdering his wife Renee. On death row, he inexplicably morphs into a young man named Pete Dayton, leading a completely different life. When Pete is released, his and Fred's paths begin to cross in a surreal, suspenseful web of intrigue, orchestrated by a shady gangster boss named Dick Laurent."Now that's what the IMDB plot summary on this movie says, and I've got to say I'm glad I found it because after sitting through this movie I didn't have the slightest fucking idea what the hell I had just watched.
I mean, what the fuck?!
Okay, so this guy, a saxophonist (i don't mean to blow my own horn but.. never mind), is accused of murdering his wife. Okay, I got that bit. Someone's making video tapes of these people as they sleep, then leaving the tapes outside the house for them. Then the missus is killed and Bill Pullman is blamed. He's in jail. Then he's a completely different person altogether. Um.. how? Why? Gurgle?
So he's this other guy and he wants to screw this gangsters wife, who just happens to look like his wife in his other life, only she has different hair and.... gurgle?
I'm sorry. It's all too hard. Tim Allen never had this effect on me.
To compound matters, when I saw this movie I was sitting barelt ten feet away from a couple of folks hunkin' down into a crack pipe and yelling strange sentences at the screen that had no meaning to anything. Like...
(suck, suck, suck) "I NEED SOME APPLES!" (suck, suck, suck) "WHY IS THE DOOR CLOSED? I'M NOT AN ARMCHAIR!" (suck, suck, suck) "GIVE ME CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!"
And so on. That was weird, and kind of added to the overall confusion of what was on screen, but I didn't mind. Then they threw up. That's when I minded.
Life had got all surreal very quickly. On the screen was a really bright white light. So bright I couldn't look at it. I had no idea anymore what the hell was happening, all I knew was there was this extremely bright light. My girlfriend said "ouch" and shielded her face. The crackheads sucked down another rock. Patricia Arquette's hair changed color again. The light burned brighter still.
I htought maybe that I had died and this was what happens when you are dead. You trip out and the white light comes for you.
Then the credits rolled, as did the crackheads, the lights came on and I left - very wobbily.
So... Lost Highway. My advice: Don't start the tape until the acid has started to make it's way to the front of your lobe. Fight the urge to put it on until you're sure you've had a great hit, then sit back and let it work it's eery subliminal paranoia on you.And don't even try to work out what it all means. It's just bizarre. It's Lynch. It's pointless.
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link directly to this review at http://efilmcritic.com/review.php?movie=285&reviewer=1 originally posted: 08/28/98 15:03:22
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USA 21-Feb-1997 (R) DVD: 25-Mar-2007
UK N/A
Australia N/A
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